June, 2026 — Notes on faith and patience
I talked about trust around the Canadian grand prix. I put my trust in George, I put my trust in the W17. For the most part, they delivered. It was an excellent weekend until the heartbreak. But something that stuck out to me is how insanely nervous I was about the outcome of that race. I was shaking. I was so scared. I did some introspection and I fear I might be a little bit of a hypocrite. Do I really trust in George, if every lap I'm scared he'll lose position? Do I really have faith? I fear I might not. I fear deep in my heart I didn't really believe he could win it. I fear deep in my heart I trusted that something awful was going to happen, and I trembled in fear of being made to look like a fool for putting my faith in a stupid dream. I never fully trusted him the way that I said I will.
Today, I'm taking a deep breath. Whatever will be, will be. And there are so many good things still yet to come. Do I believe George can win the championship? Yes. Even if he's not the greatest driver of all times. One doesn't have to be a legend to win a world championship, I've seen it in other sports I follow. Most of the times it's about who's never ever given up. Woke up every morning, showed up, performed to the best of their abilities, and, more importantly, had patience. One foot in front of the other, one hand over the other, climbing at a steady pace, hanging on when others rush past in a flurry of excitement. I will be so happy if he gets it this year. And if not, I'll believe he'll show up next year and try again. And I'll support him all over, because I'll never stop believing.
And if he never gets it? Well, I'd rather not think about this right now. There's no point to it. But life goes on. This is a beautiful sport. I will have lost nothing by following one man's story out of hundreds.
I know George will always do his best. And so I'll do my absolute best to not be scared anymore.














