Rediscovering Mahjong
For years, I thought that because I lost the instructions to my Mahjong game, I would never have any use for them.
Now I consider that maybe life removed them for a different reason. And that when the time was right I would seek the tiles when I was ready for them.
Because somewhere between surviving, grieving, healing, and becoming, Mahjong tiles became a quiet place of joy on my phone. The more I played, the more I thought my tiles that were tucked away in my family game cabinet.
Saturday, around one in the morning, I began to research individual activities that I can do with the tiles. Afterwards, I went to the game cabinet and pulled out a brown case, dusted if off and opened it.
It was if the game on my phone had come to life. My tiles are beautiful. They always were. The tiles never stopped being beautiful because I lost the instructions.
So if this season has taught me anything, it is this:
Open the box.
Try the thing.
Trust the timing.
Choose joy.
Bet on yourself.
Because healing has a way of returning us to what was always there.
How long have I had these tiles? Well over 10 years, possibly 20 years. I’ve never tried to play the game or sort them out. At least not until now.
Maybe I purchased this as a gift to my future self years ago and at the right time, I’d dust it off and explore my Mahjong game with an open heart.
A Year Later
On June 1, I sat down and began writing out “Thank You” cards to those who sent me sympathy cards when my dad passed last May.
During this past year, I’ve made several attempts only to end up leaving the neatly stack cards on my tables or my bed. Thinking back I believe those cards comforted me each time I picked them up.
It took a year.
A year to sit down.
A year to revisit the grief.
A year to find words for kindness shown during one of the hardest seasons of my life.
Part of me wishes
I had done it sooner.
Last June.
Last summer.
Months ago.
But healing has its own timeline.
And maybe this wasn’t procrastination.
Maybe this was readiness.
Because grief took so much from me.
My energy.
My focus.
My capacity.
But yesterday, something returned.
Yesterday, I wrote the cards.
And maybe healing looks like this too:
Not becoming who I used to be
but noticing what I can finally hold again.
Thank You May ✨💞
As May comes to a close, I find myself reflecting on a month filled with gratitude, growth, healing, faith, creativity, and quiet becoming. Some moments stretched me, some restored me, and some gently reminded me that growth does not always happen loudly.
This month held answered prayers, lessons, softness, writing, reflection, and the continued journey of resting while I wait. I am deeply grateful for every breakthrough, every moment of clarity, every reminder to trust divine timing, and every opportunity to keep becoming the woman God is calling me to be.
Thank you, May, for the memories, the growth, and the grace. 💞✨
Creating A Mood Board For You Book
Have you ever created a mood board to brand your book?
These colors and fonts were chosen intentionally for my journal Resting While You Wait. Branding helps your book feel consistent across social media, marketing materials, and your author platform.
Your book’s design becomes part of your story.
This image was created in Canva. I began by:
1. Searching Mood Board.
2. Under categories I selected “Your Story”
3. Added my book cover image and designed from that point.
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