A start

[Friday morning sky]

I will begin in the middle, since I don’t quite know where the beginning is, anyway.

This is the life of a twenty-something dreamer working in the city, living at home, and trying to be grateful for each day as it comes.

I’ve long avoided starting a blog because I was afraid that whatever voice is captured on this page will not truly be me, or that whatever I write on here will not be my best work. But here’s what I’ve realized: No, this page will not fully capture who I am, and that’s okay. No one thing I make ever will. It’s not about producing some great work to be admired. No, on the contrary—it’s about just showing up for the conversation, putting down words and reaching out to others who might understand. I am imperfect in so many ways, and if I wait until I have just the perfect thing to say, I’ll never say anything at all.

So here I am, internet. I’m showing up, attempting to grow in virtue and in love, seeking what is true, good, and beautiful, and always pressing forward into the ever-advancing dawn.

A dedication is in order: to St. Teresa of Avila (whose feast is today, which pushed me to finally start this thing) and St. Francis de Sales, both dear guardians of mine.

Nada te turbe,
nada te espante,
todo se pasa,
Dios no se muda;
la paciencia
todo lo alcanza;
quien a Dios tiene
nada le falta:
Sólo Dios basta.

Let nothing disturb you,
Let nothing frighten you,
All things are passing away:
God never changes.
Patience obtains all things
Whoever has God lacks nothing;
God alone suffices.

—Prayer of St. Teresa of Avila