Why God says not yet

-

I started this blog back in 2022, mostly out of boredom. At the time, I was a second-year psychology student, still unsure about what I wanted to do with my life. My fashion sense hadn’t quite moved on from the “pandemic era”—think joggers, oversized tees, and anything that screamed comfort over style.

Fast forward to 2025, and I’m now in my fourth and final year of the program. Life feels like a juggling act: I’m an HR intern by day, a call center agent by night, and a student in between. It’s chaotic, exhausting, and strangely fulfilling.

Some days, the moment I turn on my mobile data after a long shift on the production floor, my inbox floods with notifications. A few messages are urgent, some even insensitive, demanding immediate replies. Others are just friends wanting to share their day. Lately, I’ve found myself lacking the mental space to absorb their stories, their drama, their energy. Still, I try to be present. I respond. I listen. I show up, even when I feel like I’m running on fumes.

Did I mention I’m now an HR intern? Yes, I’m almost at the finish line. I’ve dreamed of this moment since 2015. It took years of detours, doubts, and delays to get here. Looking back, I never imagined I’d become the version of myself I am today.

On my second day as an intern, I had a heart-to-heart with one of my managers. We talked about redirections, values, and the idea that sometimes, God says “not yet.” We don’t always understand why the doors we desperately want to walk through slam shut. Rejections sting. Betrayals cut deep. But those moments shape us. They build character. They teach resilience.

That conversation affirmed everything I’ve come to believe: if something isn’t meant for you, it’s because something better is on its way. Something bigger. Something that fits just right.

I wanna share her message blast to everyone the next morning after our conversation:

“Everything that happens in your life carries a purpose. Some moments come to fulfill you. Some arrive to disrupt your plans. Some exist only to reroute your path. Some are here to teach you what you didn’t know you needed. 

You might not see the reason yet, but time has a way of revealing the hidden purpose in every twist and detour. 

What feels like chaos now may be the very thing carrying you into who you’re meant to be. Even the moments you wish away are shaping you into someone you’ll one day be grateful to have become.”

And this gives me comfort. This gives me hope for tomorrow. 

- E. 

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Losing ourselves in the mirror: A moral dilemma on plastic surgery and authenticity

-
Recently, I asked myself how should I ask this question without being offensive? How should I construct my thoughts about altering one's physical features, in other words,  plastic surgery. I've been seeing more and more famous personalities getting it done: people who can afford it, and those who simply want to enhance their beauty. I'm not against it, in fact, some of my favorite artists had their lips, eyes, nose, and most of their body done. However, one thing I can't unsee now is that they look the same. They all share similar features when viewed through the lens of social media. I couldn't shake the thought of, "Where did all the variety go?". I shrugged my thoughts back to where they belonged at first, back to the abyss. I was scared of voicing this thought because I know it will hurt a lot of people, and I don't want that. But I just can't keep it all in my journal anymore, so I asked Pat, my ever-patient man, "Mahal, what do you thi...
Read more

Nostalgia through my eyes

-
I always have this feeling of melancholy and magic whenever I watch movies from the 80s, 90s, and the early 2000s. I love how the people at the time were not hung up and addicted to their mobile phones like I am. I love how they don't have social media and mobile phones.  I think this roots in my childhood in Iligan. I grew up with my grandmothers. We lived a frugal life. We were happy and content. I remember reading books all day, and my Nanay would reprimand me all the time. She said I'll ruin my vision because of non-stop reading. And she's right, I did ruin my eyesight. I have astigmatism now, and I also ruined my reproductive health. After dinner, I would listen to the radio, waiting for the lottery results. My Mommy would wash us up and change our clothes for bed. I remember sleeping in our living room because it was comfortable than sleeping in our room. Life was forgiving at the time. It was simple and quiet.  I figured that old movies make the memory of my childhoo...
Read more

I lack self-control

-
Yes, that's right. I lack the discipline to sleep on time. I'm one of the guilty ones who scrolls on social media for hours, and over stimulates myself with ideas I know I probably wouldn't do right away. News that overwhelms me. Instagram stories of people who share their lives online, and so on.  In fact, Merriam- Webster dictionary recognized the word, Doomscrolling in 2023. Which means, " the tendency to continue to surf or scroll through bad news, even though that news is saddening, disheartening, or depressing".   I was one of the doom scrollers of 2020-2023. I indulge with overwhelming contents and suffer from anxiety the minute I put my phone down. It's such a shame that I'm still stuck on the loop --minus the sad news. This time, I doomscroll to read articles, watch booktube videos, scroll through my pictures, and look for references for my sketchbook.  But even though I've cut out the negative contents from my algorithm, it still leaves me fe...
Read more