This spot that I’m in right now? This exact spot? Not catching me here next year. I’m stepping out. I’m moving on to newer and better heights. I’m starting now because if I don’t, this same spot that I’m in right now . . . this old, dried up, stale spot? I’ll still be in it next year, and the year after, and the year after that. If I’m not careful, I’ll be stuck. Right here. In this comfortable, no way out spot. So, nope. This spot’s not gonna catch me here next year. No siree Bob.
To me, I’ve wasted a lot of time over the years. But it was during these time-wasting periods that I grew. I learned. I built muscles in places I didn’t even know existed within me, and I got stronger. More confident. I went through some things and sucked at some things and realized some things. Now I’m back. I’m fired up. I’m ready to leave this spot and relocate. This spot is old. It’s tired. This spot and I don’t gel anymore. We’re not cool. It’s become too crowded here. It let me know I’ve worn out my welcome. I don’t like it, and it don’t like me. We were cool for a while, but not anymore. I’m done. Like so done, you have no idea.
So It’s time to make moves. Upward moves that take me away from this spot. I’ve gotta get going. Have to. I’m over it. I’m over my circumstances. I’m over internally whining every day, day in and day out. I’m done. Like so done, you have no idea. So I’m putting one foot in front of the other and I’m leaving this spot behind.
All I can do is do my best and I’m sure He’ll do the rest. He has to right? He’s the one that put me in this place. In this spot. He’s the one that has me in this circumstance, right? No. Wait. Maybe that was me. I maybe, might’ve, sorta missed His whispers and kept doing things my way. I’m thinking my way was not His way, so now I’m in my way, and in order to get out of this self imposed spot, I’ve got to get OUT of my way, so I can follow His way. It’s so typical of me to take the roundabout, back alley way, just to get back to His way. Just like my kids, I just had to stray off the path my Father tried to steer me towards, and go round and round the mountain just to find my way again.
But no more. I’ve got to get going. It’s time to move on up. I can’t live here anymore. This spot that I’m in, it’s expensive. It raised the interest rate on my mortgage exponentially, and I’m not comfortable here anymore. It’s draining all of my time, my money, and my energy. This spot that I’m in, it’s squeezing me. It’s sucking the life force out of me. It’s like a friggin leech, with a really long straw, trying to permanently cement glue itself to my soul. Not having it. Don’t want to be here anymore.
So this spot? This very spot that I’m in right now? This exact spot? It’s going to be one lonely spot this time next year. I’m so done, you have no idea.
