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Hello, A New Beginning!

I just do not know how to express my feelings when I started to write again. Tons of ideas are suddenly gone in a blink. 

2023! 
Wohoooo... What can I say? 30 days have passed in January, and what I have done so far? 
I just believe that if I started it (new year) with a positive thinking & a positive attitude, I will finish it with a great result I want. I have applied it in 2022, and heaveeenly yeah! 2022 was a very amazing and a WOW year to us, esp. to me. 
(I am gonna write about 2022 in a different post.)

Back to where I am right now. I am really trying to be a good version of myself, although God put me in an uncomforting place (allow me to say that now I am living not in my comfort zone) and I am surrounded by people I barely have respect. For my own sanity, I simply summarized that this happens for a reason (or many?): God want to take me to another higher level which is I don't know yet where it will lead me to.

People mostly will be excited when they move to a bigger city like Jakarta. Maybe I am not that most people. 
I was helpless and found it's hard to breathe. I tried to mapping my own problems and figuring out how to solve this. But I did not find satisfying answers... even a little clue. Maybe not yet. 

I still remembered the day when I leave Malang for good: I drove my car with my sons crying. I cried too right after my sons finished crying and they fall sleeping. I cried as those beautiful mountains moved far away, and away from me. Believe me, my tears flowing down as I typing. I had a very good memory living in Malang. Ayoklah move on, Jo! 🤣

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2023. 
I am not in a good mood to make another lousy promises (considering I am not a good person in keeping it), but 2023 is gonna be a great start for me and family. I don't know but I just feel it.

I know because even I have no clue about how to live in  2023, I know a thing for sure: I am not walking alone. I (wanna) put God first in every step I take, in every breath I take, in every worning as I wake, and in every thing I make. 

God is my strength.
I have proven it. 
And let HIM make it again, better in this year. 

2023.
I am ready. 
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