I Got Your Hope Right Here.

Hey friends, how is everyone doing out there?

Nothing like a little UNKNOWN to make your life feel completely unbalanced.

But honestly, why would this election be any different than the rest of 2020? This pandemic, no matter how much so many people seem to be pretending it doesn’t exist anymore, (don’t get me started) has kept us living in a state of perpetual unease. We feel disconnected from each other in more ways than I could count. Meanwhile, I’m getting WAY too cozy with naughty foods and treats, as it feels like the end of the world so I may as well live it up, dammit!

Well it’s not the end of the world. I just got back from the grocery store without one naughty item in the haul. We will get through it all.

Don’t get me wrong–to use an annoying Tom Cruise term, I don’t meant to be glib about the whole thing. I’ve been down that road of despair off and on for years now as I’ve watched us turn against each other, as I’ve woken up to a world that wasn’t what I thought it was. And how privileged I am to have ever experienced that illusion.

But surprisingly enough, during the day that I’ve been most anxious about and dreading the most, I found myself in the oddest state of calm. In the eye of a shit storm hurricane. Maybe it was watching my amazing teacher Martha Beck on a live video where she talked so many of us off the ledge. Maybe it’s because of my newfound connection with my inner self and the outer elements that make up our physical world. Maybe it’s because I was finally able to take in –just a little bit–what I’ve told my clients about Hope.

Where can we find Hope when things seem completely hopeless?

I feel like hope is often dangled out to you like a carnival toy, so tempting when it’s offered up in the glorious candy apple coated moment, but the day after you bring it home you realize how cheap it is and within a few days, it’s broken.

I don’t tell people that “everything is going to be all right.” Because quite often, that’s just a downright lie. Sometimes life sucks and there is no magic that will make it all better. You have to trudge through the shit in order to get through to the other side. But that doesn’t mean there isn’t hope; you just have to know where to look for it.

Because simply enough, hope lies in a new day.

If you are lucky enough to have a tomorrow, hope is the promise that something could change. Maybe not in the way that you want it to, but every day brings something new simply because the day itself is new. A new day may not change your circumstance, but it can bring a new idea. A new solution to work on. A unexpected lift from something you’ve seen or someone you’ve talked to. As the new sun rises it’s a chance to try again, and you never know what is going to happen.

A couple of things happened for me. Martha’s words reminded me to try to live in the very moment, and she recommended that we not give our energy to a horrible person, but meet them with stillness. (extremely hard to do, and I’m still working on it…but it helps to know that not getting a rile out of you probably really pisses them off.) Then as I hesitantly scrolled through my media feeds I found so many people being there for one another. From so many strangers experiencing the angst that I was in, I got such a sense of “we are all in this together”. It was a very comforting feeling.

And that’s the thing. Maybe we can’t ALL be there together–both literally and figuratively in this current pandemic and divisive climate–but you have a family of like-minded people out there that care about the same things you do. And remember! Wading through the shit can make you stronger. Use that anger, sadness and frustration to fuel you. No matter how this thing all ends up, we will keep fighting. For ourselves and especially for those that don’t have our privileges; because last I checked, that is what being a respectful part of society and a loving part of our world is all about. And I know you will, because you are a Badass.

ps. And if you just can’t go there right now, if the storm is threatening to take you down to Davy Jones’ locker and you don’t have Captain Jack Sparrow around to save you, let others carry your hope for you. That’s what we’re here for. Let me know how I can help.

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