The last seven months have taught me so much. They have taught me to always speak up for myself. They have taught me about the fragility of humans. They have taught me that life is short and fleeting, and when you’re given a second chance at it you should hang on tight, and make the most of your second chance; no matter what you look like when you walk or how much pain you’re in when you do it.
I find myself peaceful most days in these and many other realizations as the world goes bonkers out there. Life is a precious gift, and I’m so thankful for mine. Do I get frustrated? Worry about what my purpose is? Wonder what my vocation is at the age of 35? Certainly. But then I get a ride to Mass by a Knights of Columbus member who hadn’t been to church in a long while, stayed for the service, and loved the priest as much as I do. Or see my plants that were once just seeds grow bit by bit, share my produce box with my neighbors, take my dog for four ten minute walks a day in the sunshine, and make people smile with my social media posts about my daily activities and realize that perhaps I’m in the process of figuring it out. Thanks be to God for these blessings. May we all find rest in His arms that are welcoming and vast beyond comprehension. ❤️ Everything will work itself out according to His will and not ours eventually.