Here I am, sitting in my room at the seminary at a quarter past eleven, in my slippers ready for bed. I am tired, as usual, but I have to write some things before I go to bed. I don't think I will ever be able to fully express my feelings through this blog. That's a good thing, I feel, because if all of the internal doubts and worries that I feel daily were thrown outside for all to see, I'm sure people would be frightened.

We all have our doubts and fears. Am I doing anything with my life? What am I going to be in the future? Will I be able to handle all the things that God dishes out, ex cetera, ex cetera. We've all got them, and many times it seems as though they're all that we think about. I believe that the fatigue that most people experience is not from a lack of sleep as much as it is from the sheer exhaustion of the "daily grind," whether you're a mother of two, an archbishop of a troubled archdiocese, or a college student; It's a common occurence.

As I sit in my room typing this listening to my parish's choir CD, I know that I do not feel stressed at the moment. Sure, I have uncompleted Latin homework and a fine arts test tomorrow, but I know that I'll be able to handle them. Perhaps--no, definitely---there will be a time in the near future when I will habituously grab my hair as a sign of stress; I hope I can look back at this moment in time and understand that all will be fine. I hope, too, that I realize that God has everything under control, and worrying, as Archbishop Dolan addresses, will lead to a lack of trust in what He has in store for me.

It's moments like this when I treasure my Catholicism, not because it provides me with every answer and constantly soothes me, but because it helps to introduce us to our God who will in time answer my questions and will soothe me, if I will only let him. Pax.