COUNTING BLESSINGS WITH TIRED HANDS 🌱

 Hellooo beautiful people, and welcome back to my blog (yes—literally my podcast intro, I know 😄).

I hope you’re doing amazing and getting ready for Christmas to be Christmas. I can’t wait either… or at least, I think I can’t. Because honestly? I don’t feel festive at all. It feels like July, not December 17th. Ooooh God—how did we even get here?

If anyone has tips on how to feel joyful, excited, and ready for the season, please send them my way. My body is only prepared to shut down, not to celebrate. Festiveness wasn’t on my to-do list this year—but trust me, I wouldn’t mind enjoying it, at least a little. Because whew… this year was hell.

Anyway.

During lunch break today, my colleagues and I were talking about hospitals, and it suddenly hit me: I’ve never been hospitalized. Not even for a few hours. And in that moment, all I could say was, “Thank you, God.” Thank you that I am tired because of Your blessings. Tired because I have a job. Tired because I’m busy. Tired because I’m not just sitting at home.

Most importantly, thank You that I’m doing things I love—things that genuinely make me happy 🤍.

I’ve been thinking that when I finally get time (whenever that will be), I want to write down everything I’m grateful for this year. Because the truth is, this year I lost something I had truly set my heart on. Something I thought would be my heaven. Losing it shook me deeply, and I didn’t know how to recover. Even now, I can’t confidently say I’m fully over it.

After that loss, I stopped being grateful. I didn’t just stop celebrating—I stopped seeing. I drowned for a while. And me being the kind of girl who smiles through pain, who likes control, who struggles deeply when life becomes uncontrollable… I almost lost myself.

It may not seem like a big deal compared to what others go through, but to me, it was everything. And because of that, I forgot gratitude. I felt cheated. I let one painful moment crowd my entire year.

But today, I realized something important: I ignored so many small—but powerful—blessings. Blessings that actually made my year. Because if I’m being honest, I wasn’t sad all year. Maybe a few days. Maybe a week. But not the whole year.

In fact, I was happy this year—probably happier than I’ve ever been. One incident just screamed louder than all the joy, and I let it silence my gratitude.

So if you’re someone who has forgotten to count your blessings, sweetheart, sit with yourself today. Start with the basics: your life, your health, the fact that you’re still here. You’ll be surprised how clearly you’ll see that God has been on your side all along 🙏🏽.

Anyway—enough of my rambling and yapping 😅
I really love you guys. And if you’re my friend and you’re reading this… Jesus knows, but this space will always be my safe place.

Have a beautiful day 🤍
Here’s a picture of a plant from my office to lighten your mood 🌱

With love,
Her