Much of my recent writing has been concentrating on the fact that 2025 has been a difficult year for almost everyone. There is a heaviness in the air that feels impossible to escape, in the news, in our communities, and sometimes even in our own homes. I have found myself searching for small pockets of light, tiny reminders that goodness still exists, even when the world feels unsteady and unfamiliar.
I have tried, in earnest, to stay positive. Not in a loud, performative way, but in a quiet, faithful way. I listen to meditations that speak of peace, abundance, and healing. Their steady rhythms feel like a hand on my shoulders, gently reminding me to breathe when my chest feels tight with worry. In those moments, I imagine light covering my body and I allow myself to believe that magic is still possible.
On December 1, I began a 30-day gratitude challenge. At first, it felt like a small discipline; write down three things each day that I am grateful for. But soon, it became a lifeline. I already kept a journal, often pouring my worries, fears, and questions onto the page. Adding gratitude transformed the practice. It didn’t erase the pain, but it gave it a companion: hope.
Each day, I search for simple things to hold onto. The candlelight in my house. The sound of Christmas Carols playing in the early morning. A quiet walk with my sweet dog. The comfort of ritual. These small acknowledgments became anchors, keeping me steady when the emotional waters feel rough.
And then something unexpected happened. Life began to respond.
Emails started arriving at just the right time: notes of encouragement, reminders, opportunities. Text messages came through from people who somehow sensed when I needed kindness most. It felt less like coincidence and more like a quiet conversation with the universe, as if the simple act of gratitude had tuned my heart to a gentler frequency.
A couple of days ago, a book was suggested to me by someone I hadn’t spoken to in a while. I nearly dismissed it, life is busy, and distractions are easy. But when I opened it, the words felt written just for me. The message aligned perfectly with the intentions I had been setting each morning, with the goals I had been whispering to myself before sleep. It felt like confirmation that I was walking in the right direction, even if the path still felt uncertain.
Resilience, I have learned, is not about never breaking. It is not about constant bravery or endless strength. It is much quieter than that. It is the decision to keep showing up. To light a candle. To write down three small blessings. To believe in gentle miracles disguised as ordinary moments.
There is still uncertainty in the world. There are still hard days. But now, there is also a soft, growing trust, that gratitude is a bridge back to myself, and that even in the darkest seasons, grace has a way of finding us.
Resilience, after all, is a gift. And sometimes, it arrives wrapped in the simplest of things: a pen, a page, and a grateful heart.
Kate Emery General is a retired chef/restaurant owner who was born and raised in Casper, Wyoming. Kate loves her grandchildren, knitting, and watercolor painting. Kate and her husband, Matt are longtime residents of Cambridge’s West End where they enjoy swimming and bicycling.
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