Wasting Time At Work? Here’s A Truth That Changed Everything
The meetings weren’t wasting my time—I was. I had been squandering the opportunity to love, to connect, to lead.
The meetings weren’t wasting my time—I was. I had been squandering the opportunity to love, to connect, to lead.
Do I have to reach the limit to be enough? The answer came back swift and clear: No. Let it be what it is. Trust that it is good. Trust that what is is enough.
I am learning that not everything I share will be received as I intend. A few weeks ago, I spoke openly from my heart, and someone took offense. It shook me—this space is sacred to me. But I now understand my role is not to control how my words land—only to speak and let them exist.
I do not call it love when someone I’m dating neglects me. So how can I call it love when I neglect myself? Love is not just what we feel. It’s what we do.
And if we don’t heal the root, we’ll just keep switching up the fruit. Until we deal with the why, we’ll just keep changing the what.
Endurance isn’t passive. It’s active. It’s faith in motion. It’s knowing that even when I was failing chemistry exams, even when I doubted my ability, even when I thought I wasn’t smart enough—God already knew I would make it. And I did. Not because I was the strongest or the fastest, but because I refused to quit.
I learned that others need the hope I carry. In my short life, I have seen that my faith is exponentially bigger than my fears. That I have hope in my future because of the God who was with me in my past. And people who are experiencing the same challenges I once did but have not yet overcome need to hear my voice. They need to know that breakthrough is not just possible—it’s probable.
I made it through because I always make it through! I am resiliency personified. As I look back at a journal entry from June 2024, I am stunned by the growth. Tears well and fill my eyes because, holy moly, I can’t believe this is my life! This is the life God and I co-created this year.
And for too many of us, they turned into self-hatred so deep, so consuming, that it felt like an unbearable truth. But what if I told you that everything you’ve believed about yourself—the shame, the doubt, the fear—was never true? What if I told you that you were made in love, by love, for love, to love? That the world doesn’t get the final say—God does?
Thank You, God, that the self-discipline I learned by letting You love me and loving You creates peace within me. Thank You that I now have equanimity—what once was only a hope and aspiration is now a reality. Thank You that when the world is chaotic around me, holy peace exists within me. Thank You that I know how to create peace with You in chaotic, crazy, uncomfortable spaces.