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My Journey to New Resolutions

As I am writing this blog, it is almost one in the morning.  My wife and I are watching a Bobby Brown interview about his life with Whitney Houston. It is so captivating and my wife keeps asking: "why did she die?". I have heard so many times that Bobby was the reason why all the bad things happened to Whitney. I must say that it is refreshing to hear his side of the story. Regardless of who is right it is a very heart breaking story.
There are always two sides to a story. Always. I always give people the benefit of the doubt and now, more than ever, I understand why.

Anyways.

Back to my promise of writing my blog every week. Here I am again.

It has been a very productive week. I am anticipating a very busy month of February. Do you know why? Because it is the Black History Month. I have been involved in the festivities for many years. Now I work with a Speakers Bureau that has booked me for speaking engagements for the last two years. In fact they have already called me, and the tour begins this Monday. It is always fun.

For many reasons, I am glad 2014 is over. I am starting this year with hope. I am convinced it is going to be my year. The last three years have been challenging. Very challenging. It is a miracle that I am still standing. It took a lot of faith to cope with life.

How did I survive? I knew God was with me. It is that simple. I also relied on true friends; those ones who stick with you when everybody else is leaving you. I also found a church. This church has been a blessing to me and my family. It is beyond what I could hope for.

During my tough times, I learned a few things. Some of them were not new to me, but the biggest thing I learned was that we ALWAYS have a choice. We get to choose how we react to any situation. We can feel sorry for ourselves, or we can choose to believe that this too shall pass.

It is easier said than done, but when we are convinced that everything happens for a reason, that every day that we have is a blessing no matter what is going on, that if we can breath, there is still hope, then life becomes a wonderful journey.

It is my resolution to make 2015 my year, to be the best I can be, to forgive myself often, and to make a difference whenever the opportunity presents itself.

What is your resolution? I am curious to know.

Moral of the story? I really don't know....

Always a pleasure

Patrick
The Journeyman

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