A year ago, if you had told me I’d be engaged and moving away from DC I would have had a hard time believing it. At the time, my relationship with my now fiancée was very estranged. Though I knew in my heart that he cared about me, we hadn’t spoken in months and I had almost given up hope that we could repair what we’d once had. My mind imagined many scenarios: some of them good and some of them bad. I imagined that he was moving on, had given up on us ever being together, was seeing other people. But in another way, my soul knew that eventually we would be together. I had fretted and fretted about the situation for such a long time and eventually, out of exhaustion, I decided to just, as they say, give it up to God.

I decided not to worry anymore. Not to spend so much energy worrying about what he was doing or thinking. I just focused on me and about feeling a lot of love for him, for myself, for my family… for my life. I didn’t call and hound him or text and bug him. I let him be and let myself relax, loved myself, and focused only on the good. I knew that if I felt the good and focused on it and truly hoped for only the best for both of us, that eventually things would work out the right way.

It was hard and I admit there were times that I questioned myself and the universe and God and everything. But I held onto what I believed was right, to what I wanted, to what I thought was the best thing for BOTH of us.

Today, I write this from Route 66, heading west. He and I have reconciled, gotten engaged, and are moving halfway across the country to start fresh in a healthy, new, friendly environment.

In my darkest moments, I held onto the belief that in tiny imperceptible ways, the universe was changing itself to bring to me what I wanted. Though it was hard to see those changes sometimes, I knew they were happening.

If it’s difficult to believe in the final result, believe in the *unseen*. Believe that somewhere out there things are happening. Things are changing. What you’ve asked for is coming to you.