THIS AIN’T EVEN GONNA MATTER

Suga . . . next year, this thing that you’re in? It ain’t even gonna matter. It really won’t. Trust me. I know. This spot that you’re on? It’ll move. This drama you’re enmeshed in? Poof. Gone. This heartbreak your trying to get passed. It’ll be like a dream. This angst that’s tormenting you? One year from now . . . what angst?

This spot that you’re in will move. And if it doesn’t, you will. You won’t be stuck here. It’ll try to trick you into staying, though. It’ll make you feel comfortable. Safe. Secure. But it’s a facade. Not real. Stare it down. Look at that spot and glare at it. Make it whimper and whine. Make it shake and quake. Open your eyes wide and see it for what it is. It’s not for you. You can do so much better. You’re a child of God. He wants more for you. No more struggling. No more doubting. No more of this spot. This job. This house. This debt. This man. Move. You can do it.

This drama you’re enmeshed in will go. You’ll make it leave. You have to. It’s energy draining and bad for your health. Those people. That legal issue. That heartbreak. All of those things pulling you in so many different directions . . . make it go away. If you physically can’t, then you go. You remove yourself and love from afar. Help from afar. Encourage with prayers and good vibes and happy thoughts . . . from afar. Spare your blood pressure. Curb your acne breakouts. Save that bald spot that so wants to show up during this trying time. Go through the exit door and leave. God wants to give you peace.

This heartbreak you’re trying to get passed? Oh, trust me. It’ll be left SO far behind you, you’ll think it never even happened. All of the little itty bitty pieces of you that fell to the ground and mixed with your tears? You’ll pick it all up. And clean it all up. And crazy glue it all back together. Your soul will become whole. And you’ll go on. You’ll stitch yourself back together again. And you’ll be so much better and stronger and lovelier than before. And as you mend, God will stitch together the one He wants for you.

This angst that’s been tormenting you will be a memory. A dream. All the anxiety and fear and worry that’s been plaguing you, it’ll all drop from your psyche like a heavy coat of armor. You’ll shed your old, rough skin and put on a new, smooth, shiny coat. You’ll repel all the flaming arrows that want to penetrate your new exterior. You’ll block out the crap that wants to come at you. And take you down. And tear you down. And stop you from living the best life that God could ever want for you. One without fear. Or worry. Or angst. Or heartbreak. And when you’re in your new coat of armor . . . modeling your new skin of confidence . . . you’ll see that your psyche can no longer be infiltrated by the lies the evil one tries to shoot at you.

So, see suga. Next year, none of this will matter. It’ll all be a distant memory. I promise. All you have to do is make up your mind. Pick yourself up. Stand up and go forward into the spot you want. The spot that’s waiting for you. The spot without drama or heartbreak or turmoil. The spot He’s prepared just for you.