In Good Hands

A quiet essay on faith, patience, and trusting where life is taking me.

Life hasn’t gone exactly as I’d planned lately, but I guess life is made of detours. I don’t want to dwell too much on that idea, since I already discussed it in a different post.

It hasn’t been the worst year, but it was a really tough one. It came with some major mentally draining moments that made everything feel hard and challenging, but there were some great days as well, few, but they existed. Without getting into the thick of it, many things happened that I thought shouldn’t have — but again, life is about detours.

I had a very big day after a very complicated set of weeks, or even months, and it was a truly special one. I’ve always managed to surround myself with the very best people, maybe it’s my biggest gift, but that day was the biggest proof of it. I feel beyond blessed, because without the people I have around me, I’m close to nothing.

This year has also been about trying to find and challenge myself, to find purpose, to see things through and my biggest conclusion amidst everything was deciding to be a more proactive Catholic. Those days of mass genuinely helped me see things more clearly. I try to pray for the things I have, and sometimes I feel don’t deserve, rather than ask for more — basically, just being grateful. And with Thanksgiving right around the corner, and with a dinner planned with some of my closest friends, I think it’s important to feel grateful every day. Every year I try to do it, especially last year when I enjoyed a very complete dinner for two by myself.

I feel — no, I know — that this is going to be a very good year for me and those around me. And for the first time in a long time, I feel ready and open to embrace whatever God has prepared for me.

Thanks for reading.