Some of you don’t know this, but I’m not religious and I don’t believe in ‘God’. When it came to religion I’ve never really understood it. From a very young age I saw how it divided people and once I turned eighteen – legal adult age – I scrapped it and labelled myself as ‘none’ immediately. As for ‘God’ I just never really felt anything as most Atheist or Agnostics do and there is no real evidence. This does not mean that I have in any way disrespected someone’s religion or views and spiritual belief. On the contrary I find myself very open to anyone’s belief. If we as humans just respect each other and accept one another for who they are then one’s views or how a person chose to live his/her life should be fine.
Today was the day I realised that I am actually a parent, a mother. My daughter started 1st grade today. And in all honesty, I thought that I was going to have to deal with a little panda crying on her first day – this was my usual experience with her over the years. But I discovered was that I had to deal with myself today.
As I sit here thinking of what I want for the new year, for 2018, I am stuck. I found myself saying every year I want to reach my next goal, I hope to have more money, I want to find the love of my life (I’ll be waiting patiently for this one), I’m going to enjoy my year. I feel it’s all just the same damn thing I mut every single year. Then it leads to the next question: why do I always find it hard to find/reach those things?