Hope. It Is the Way
How's 2021 been treating you so far? Is it everything you hoped it would be? :D I know, I know. I'm being facetious. I don't know anyone who's thrilled with how things have been going. But there is more hope in the people I talk to and with hope, well, anything is possible.
I've always been a big fan of hope. Hope is my jam.
Hope kept me alive when life had me so down, I didn't want to be a part of it anymore. Sometimes, it was just the hope of hope, but it was hope, nonetheless.
Hope let me dream that there was more to life than my small self could see.
Hope let me believe that I had a part to play in this world. A part that matters.
Hope kept me safe while I searched for the one person in this world who would cherish me.
Hope kept me sane while I lost baby after baby on my journey toward motherhood.
Hope is the framework within which I've built my entire life. No matter how down I get about things, I can always look forward with hope that there will be happiness—no, that there is happiness to be found, right here, right now.
Life is a gift, though it might not always feel like it. It's fraught with trouble and trials and isn't keen on giving us a break when we feel like we desperately need one. And while we might hope for things to "get better" they rarely do so in the way we wish. Trust me on this. I'm not just some sunshine and rainbow girl who's never been kicked in the head. Hope, my friends. It is the way.