Does the road always get bumpier the closer you are to the finish line? Does it make you want to give up?

Ten days left until February’s over. The wind’s howling outside the window, giving me the creeps. It’s been almost ten days since this weird gut feeling started nagging at me, making me think about a man. Strange yet familiar. Sitting here now, I can’t believe how much he’s stirred me up—just with his simplicity and this unexpected steadiness.

Except I’m stuck in a pit of tangled messes—work, life’s purpose, all of it. He’s the only thing that stands out clear as day at the end of the road. Everything else in front of me? A jumble of obstacles.

Still, I believe there’s a way through. Just keep at it. Just hold on tight to the thought that I can do this. Things will sort themselves out soon enough.

I need a solid plan. A cooler head. Smarter choices. More meditation.

Thank God he showed up.