If I could believe in Santa Claus for like 8 years, I can believe in myself for like 5 minutes
“The seeds we sow.” I never truly understood the depth of that phrase until recently. As I navigate the twists and turns of life and a new-ish job, I find myself reuniting with people from my past—particularly from my 17 years at the YMCA. Those years weren’t just a job; they were a labor of love, filled with building relationships and meaningful connections. Working with the Y, I thrived in helping people seeking change, those eager to create better paths for themselves. It was more than work; it was purpose.
This week, I realized how much the seeds I planted during those years have blossomed in unexpected ways, carrying over into my new career. Last week? It was crap. If you read my last post, you know it tested me. I’m not a quitter, but wow—I wanted to throw in the towel. Then came Monday. And Tuesday.
On Monday, I was specifically sought out by a family who wanted to sign on with my hospice company. Despite being presented with other options, they said, “I want Deni.” That moment was humbling and affirming. The seed that sprouted? It was planted a decade ago when I first connected with this family. Their trust in me, rooted in past interactions, gave me the boost I desperately needed after such a rough week.
And then Tuesday came. Another connection—this time from my Y days. Years ago, I had met a young girl through the YMCA and hired her to babysit my then-young children. Fast forward to now: she and her incredible mother own a home care company that aligns perfectly with the kind of work I do. Our paths crossing again reminded me of the interconnectedness of life and the long-lasting impact of genuine relationships.
And then Wednesday! It’s abnormally cold in my neck of the woods in SC—including snow! We never get snow here. That being said, I have been helping when I can with a local cold weather shelter at our church. Wednesday evening was my night. I do love to interact with the people who enter the doors seeking help and warmth. I am not alone in that desire to help. Another volunteer was there Wednesday evening who was also someone I got to know 14 years ago from my days at the Y. She and I had an opportunity to talk and catch up. She is now 81 years young. Her husband is in declining health, and she has many concerns. Well, yours truly was able to answer, guide, and consult her in a direction that gave her relief.
It may seem as though the victory is hers because I was able to pass along knowledge that I have ascertained through my new career. But the victory is mine because I sowed a seed with her years ago, and through her trust in me, she will now be able to get the care her husband needs. I am fulfilling my mission to always help those seeking help and in need.
Authenticity—simply being me, showing up to help however I can—has followed me into this new chapter. The seeds we sow, often without realizing it, have a way of growing into something beautiful when we least expect it. Last week challenged me, but this week reminded me why I’m here. It’s not about perfection; it’s about purpose, connection, and trust. Those seeds we plant, even in the smallest moments, matter more than we know.
The Dish by Deni 