Bless my broken road

When Allah says that rain is a blessing,
it trully is a blessing.
I can feel how it brings peace and calmness to my heart.
It reminds me how small I am.
It shows me that I deserve to feel happy.

One of my current favorite verse is still the same,
Al Mukminun:29
That at the end of the day, the best place, is the blessed place.
And I want to be there.
I want a blessed place.

But I'm pretty sure.
The broken road that I am crossing in right now,
is also a blessed broken road.

I've wronged myself here.
I lost myself here.
I lost my friends here.
But I found myself back here.
I run to my God from here.

I imagine myself,
being in the autumn,
of English countryside,
smelling the fresh grass,
under the blue sky,
surrounded the pinkish orangy leaves.

Yaa Allah, take me there.
Take me at peace.

I will be there one day.
But only if it's a blessed place.

After February,
I promise Sasqia I'll slow down.
I promise Sasqia I'll do good deeds.
I promise Sasqia to have a better self care.

And recently,
I just found myself having a happiness from sharing,
from teaching,
and uplifting other people.

Can I do that as a living?
I don't know,  but I want to keep on doing that.

On a serious note,
I still want to be a lifestyle teacher.
I want to teach personal growth,
Self-care,
Beauty,
Relaxation,
Self-respect,
and to be the best self we want to be.

I am in my broken road.
But I'm sure this is a blessing in disguise.
And I'm fully excited to see what Allah has prepared for me by the end of this road.

And I know,
that Allah bless this broken road.