I'm swimming.

It's Jan. 1, 2018. *sighs* 

That got here faster than I thought it would, and if I'm honest, I'm not really all that mad at that. 2017 was exhausting, and then really exciting in a sudden turn of events. I never thought that something so perceivably wrongful could be the best thing to happen to me in 2017.

My life changed Nov. 2, 2017.

Two months later, I've met more people, and pursued more of my passion than I expected to, with seeds of opportunities that I hope God will sprout in this New Year. I certainly believe he will! I've never understood faith like this before, but I love it. It's becoming more mine with every passing day. One of my best friends told me once (when I was stuck in my feelings) about how saints of God always gave themselves over to the process God led them through. I always hesitated doing the same.

There was another guy who wrestled with God, and as a good Father does, he let him win, but made sure to leave his mark. In a similar manner, if I wasn't gonna give myself over, God was gonna get me on that journey regardless. So he pushed me out.

Hood kids know the feeling, when you jumped in (or for some, thrown in) the deep end for the first time. You learned to swim.

That's what this feels like. When I was young, I jumped in. This time, I got thrown in—but I'm swimming. I'm not great at it, but I'm swimming. And I'll get really good at it eventually. The best part is: I'm not scared of it anymore. It's not intimidating, and soon enough, I'll be swimming with the best of them.