2013 is gone. 2014 is here.
I spent so much of 2013 wondering what 2014 would look like that I am having a hard time recalling what went down this past year. I don’t know that I ever really had a 2013 because I was way too busy planning my 2014. While some people struggle with keeping their heads out of the clouds, I struggle with keeping my head out of the future.
Do you ever feel like you’re constantly planning for that next move…that next curveball…that next something?
I swear, it’s like a sickness.
Part of me wants to believe that I’ve adapted future-forward thinking because of the temporary nature of our military lifestyle, but what I’m starting to realize is that it’s not. It’s a defense mechanism.
I don’t control where I’m going to live or what the job market looks like or whether or not we’ll live near a Target or a Starbucks or a great Thai restaurant. I don’t have control over my husband’s schedule (nor does he) and I can’t predict when the next TDY or deployment will happen.
I’m so afraid of what might be that I can’t enjoy what is.