Dear God, Just Let One Thing Work.

Some mornings, this is the only prayer I have.
Not a whole sermon. Not an elegant journal entry.
Just a whisper. A plea. A tired, tangled breath of hope.

Between motherhood, school assignments, money I haven’t made yet, and the hundred ideas I’ve started but haven’t finished — I feel like I’m juggling hope and exhaustion in both hands, praying neither one drops.

I never planned to live life this stretched. I thought I’d start my program, find a remote job, build my business, and glow up by fall. But here I am — still waiting for an Etsy sale, still ghosted by remote job applications, still restarting YouTube channels like a confused director.

Some days, I feel okay. Determined. Peaceful, even.
Other days, I look at my to-do list and want to hide in the bathroom with snacks and pretend I’m on vacation. For like… 8 months.

It’s not that I’m ungrateful.
It’s just that I’m tired of trying 10 things and watching none of them stick.

I see people online thriving. Promoting their planners. Selling printables. Launching coaching services. Meanwhile, I’m googling “how to make editable PDFs in Canva free version” for the fifth time like it’s a secret code.

But here’s the truth: I haven’t given up.
I can’t give up.

Because somewhere deep down, past the tired eyes and late-night cries, I still believe one thing could work. One tiny thing. One unexpected message, one surprise sale, one person who reads my blog and says, “Same.”

If that happens, maybe everything shifts.
And if it doesn’t?
I’ll still be here. Showing up. Trying again. Writing through the mess.

If you're in the middle of your own muddle — in between bills and dreams and breakdowns — this post is for you. You’re not alone. You’re not behind.
And I swear, one day, one thing will work.

Maybe this is the season of “almost.”
But I still believe in someday.

💌 See you in the next post — probably late, definitely honest.

-SHU