Finding Hope

5 01, 2026

2025 is Gone, At Last

By |2026-01-04T08:59:27-06:00January 5th, 2026|Make Me Think Monday|3 Comments

We face a new year, and most of us will begin with resolutions. Personally, I don’t do well with resolutions. Too easy to let slide.

I do like goals. Goals solidify intangibles into tangibles. To-do lists rule my life.

Lesson objectives were an integral part of my teaching days. Once I quit teaching, transitioning lesson goals to my writing career was a logical, easy progression.

World events in 2025 caused my goals to fluctuate, with some ultimately failing. Challenges in my personal life caused more upheaval. There were days I struggled to focus. I think we all did. The first days of this new year already remind us that we still have a bumpy road ahead.

Remember, no goal plan is required, but it might help navigate the days. Whether you choose to write resolutions or specific, measurable goals or fly uncharted ahead with nothing at all planned, that’s up to you.

I’ll be setting writing goals. I’m determined to hang onto hope.

Hope fuels creativity.

Hope motivates us through the dismal days.

Hope is a choice that requires courage and action.

With hope, we find a well from which to draw grace and kindness for daily living.

The coming days don’t need more pressure. They need our presence. So begin gently and find your well of hope.

22 03, 2021

Finding Hope

By |2021-03-21T09:33:09-05:00March 22nd, 2021|A Writer's Life, Writer's Life|1 Comment

The way 2021 began almost made the horrors of 2020 seem like a piece of cake.

Almost.

Last year, about the this time, we were whammed from nowhere and slapped into lock down without much forewarning. The rest of the year focused on sanitizing and hibernating and avoiding people.

This year started much the same way, with the addition of a blizzard in Texas that sent most of the state into darkness for days. No electricity also meant no water. No water meant plants died.

The situation is enough to make me want to stay in bed with the covers over my head in fear of what’s coming next. There seems to be no hope that things are ever going to get better.

Then I forced myself up and out on this cool, crisp first day of Spring to talk to my plants caught between the cold snap and days without water. Last I checked, most were toast, but I keep hoping.

You know what I found…

The dead twigs of my azaleas are beginning to have sprouts.

And, the Jasmine is blooming!

All is not lost as I thought. There is still hope.

The plants have survived and so will we.

 

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