✨A love letter to trust, mugs, and the magic of gratitude.✨
This Sunday, I walked into a kind of Dollar Store—no expectations, just passing time. That’s when I saw it: a deep red campfire mug, simple but glowing with warmth. I hesitated. “You already have so many mugs,” I told myself.
But something about this one stirred something ancient and soft in me. It felt like a memory of a place I’ve never been cozy cabins tucked away in forests, wooden walls echoing laughter, a campfire flickering under starlight, cold air against warm cheeks, hands wrapped around mugs, the sound of cards shuffling and firewood cracking.
That’s the thing about purchasing something based on your core values: it elevates the experience. It turns a $3 mug into a moment of magic. And adventure is one of my core values. And that one red mug carried all of it. So, I bought it.
When I got home, I washed it (of course I did), made myself a coffee, and let myself fall into those visions. This purchase is not just a mug; it’s a portal. A reminder of who I am and what I cherish most.
And now, June.
This month, I made a decision.
To trust.
To let go.
To stop trying to force outcomes and start aligning with flow.
I had plans. By now, I thought I’d have a tenant in my two-bedroom unit. I thought things would be more certain, more defined. But they’re not. And as the old stress started to rise, I made a choice:
To trust God.
To breathe.
To let go.
I leaned into gratitude instead.
I asked myself, “What is going well?”
And the list came pouring in.
How blessed am I that this is my stress? That I have the luxury of waiting. That I wake up healthy. That I can walk, stretch, run up and down stairs. That I have hot water, laptops, a job, internet, food, a loving family and so many other things. That I can choose what to eat, buy books just because I love them, sip a daily Starbucks if I feel like it.
Why would I waste a second worrying?
And I paused.
I cried.
Because the truth hit me like a whisper:
I have no idea what God is protecting me from—and I don’t wish to know.
I only wish to say thank you.
I only wish to trust.
So no, I will not let the absence of a tenant steal my peace. Not when I am surrounded by this much grace. Not when I know how fiercely I’m loved. God has always shown up for me, and I trust He is still writing this chapter with intention.
This month, I’m managing my mind.
I’m rewriting my default settings.
And I’m choosing to live full out.
I believe everything will go my way—or God will choose a better way.
I don’t know why this process is taking time. But I believe in His time. I believe in divine alignment over my deadlines.
So, here’s to June.
A month of gratitude, of softness, of noticing all that is already working.
A month of holding mugs and dreams.
A month of trusting the unseen.
I am okay.
I will be okay.
No—scratch that—I will be fabulous, because I trust the one who walks beside me—now and forever.
Because when I trust, I align.
And when I align, miracles unfold.
Salima
“Gratitude turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos into order, confusion into clarity… it makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow.” — Melody Beattie
Just me thinking out loud over here