Two months. Two whole months of fighting and never giving up. Oh, there have been times where I'm seriously this close to calling it quits, but I'm not going to. I haven't come this far, just to give up.
Two months ago, I was rejoicing in newfound freedom from the chains of perfectionism. Now, that's not to say that I don't struggle, but that was the beginning of the release from bondage. Thank God! He is faithful.
So. I've made it two months, and I'm planning on hanging on for the rest of my life. But I'm taking one day at a time.
One. Day. At. A. Time.
You can do it, too. What is this day to you? Maybe it's been one hour since you made the choice to be free. Maybe it's been two weeks. Twenty-eight days. Or even a year. It's worth it, isn't it?
Let's keep fighting. I'm going to make sure that this two-month anniversary turns into a three-month anniversary next month.