Someone once told me that if things don’t go according to plan, then your plan was wrong. From the depths of my heart, once again, thank you, Lord, for showing me that I was wrong.
I don’t know what I did right to deserve a second chance, but thank you, Lord, for giving me the wake-up calls of wake-up calls.
Thank you, Lord, for showing me the difference of passion and obligation.
Thank you, Lord, for showing me that instead of trying to outmatch the pace of other clueless zombies like me, I only actually had myself to compete with.
Thank you, Lord, for making me realize that accomplishing greats feats in all other things pale in comparison to the satisfaction I get whenever I finally get over a baby step for something I sincerely love to do. It’s the difference between contentment and pure, utter bliss.
Thank you, Lord, for showing me which things were actually worth losing sleep over. I still have a bit of trouble detaching from my old ‘programmed’ ways, but I’m getting there and frankly, I’m surprising myself every step of the way.
For all these, thank you, Lord — thank you, thank you, thank you for saving my life.