Hello one and all…
Normally I try hard to tinge whatever I write here with a sense of optimism and hope. However, today I find that little four letter word, hope, a real challenge.
I am faced with a real challenge that is difficult to see the seeds of hope within. The saying goes that hope spirngs eternal. Right now I am feeling like my river, come stream, come trickle of hope is fading fast. I seem blind to see from where it might spring forth afresh.
To put an optimistic spin on this, I am not giving up. I am to stubborn!
I am tired though. Partly physical, mostly of being the centre of my ‘wonderful’ world or at least feeling that way. In the last year I seem to have become the focus, the ‘problem’, the dragger of feet or the choke point to progress.
Now I look to the future, wonder what it holds for my girls and their dad. How I can achieve the dreams I once held for them. For on the current course I can only see a slippery slope to a not so good place.
So I ask, how do you find hope when you are blind to it?