Sometimes I feel like I use this blog as a journal (sorry, not sorry!), but I know that sometimes thoughts which are fluid & raw are often the ones that are not just felt by me, but felt by many. My friends, the saying "only time will tell" popped into my head today and I felt a sudden urge to write.
I'm looking back that the past eight months. How in the world are we halfway through November?! When I look back I look at February. I think of how we had no idea what the year had in store. In March we were assuming our two-week quarantine would shortly end and life would be back to normal. Come June, Hamilton made it to our living rooms. July--we were celebrating our fifth social distanced holiday. October, talk of mailing in ballots for the 2020 election filled the news.
This year was so unexpected. In January I made the crazy decision (that's about how all my life decisions go) to adopt a puppy, and he is the best decision I think I have ever made. In March I picked up everything and drove all the way across the country. I questioned why I made such a sudden leap, but over these past months, time told me this was the right decision. In April I was expecting to prepare for the Miss Washington Competition and shortly after, all state and the national competitions were canceled.
But let's rewind. If you told 18-year-old Maddie that she would be graduating with her Bachelor's in Psychology, she would have laughed at you and pirouetted away. Only time will tell.
I know this world is hurting right now. I know that you may be hurting indefinitely right now. But if I have learned anything from this year (and my life), it's that when you are doubtful that things will work out or things will turn around, time keeps turning--and time will tell. Things might not work out in your favor, things might not work out how you want them to, but they work out exactly how they are supposed to. I promise you, that you are exactly where you need to be in this moment. And in the moments to come--time. will. tell.