Nothing turns out the way I pictured it might. The emptiness is a lesson in canvasses—vast, unmarked spaces that challenge my expectations and test my resolve. Each day, I rise with the quiet whisper of hope, telling myself that it will be okay, knowing full well that some days, despite my best intentions, it might not be. But no matter what happens, I’m going to make it through.
Life, as I’ve come to understand, is a series of unpredictable events, each moment an opportunity to learn and grow. The blank canvasses that once seemed daunting now offer a chance to create anew, to embrace the uncertainty and paint my own story. It’s in the spaces between certainty and doubt that I’ve found my true strength.
Every day, I remind myself that it’s okay to not be okay. It’s okay to feel the weight of the world and still find the courage to stand up and face it. Some days, the emptiness is overwhelming, yet within this emptiness lies the potential for transformation.
Resilience isn’t about never falling; it’s about rising to the occasion each time that we do. It’s about acknowledging the days when we’re not okay, and still finding the will to move forward. The act of believing that it will be okay, even when it seems impossible, is a powerful, life-affirming mindset.
In the face of adversity, I’ve learned to find reassurance in the promise of tomorrow. Each day is a new chance to embrace the unknown, and to create a life that reflects my deepest truths.
Every morning, I tell myself that it will be okay, not because I’m certain of it, but because I believe in the resilience that I have learned to rely upon. And in that belief, I find the strength to make it through, no matter what comes my way.
July 24, 2024
When I first read “The Myth of Sisyphus” by Camus, many years ago, I wondered, how can anyone live without hope? I still wonder that. Hope, in addition to being the thing with feathers, is what gets us up each day.
I’m glad you still have hope.
I’ve never been one for church or organized religion. When I was sent to an all-boys boarding school (I was the only girl there), Christianity was the sole accepted faith, and we were compelled to attend church services in the study hall building every Sunday. Immediately following high school, my career has taught me that anything can happen to anyone, anytime, anywhere. This has led me to view those who send thoughts and prayers on social media as the ones who often shy away from taking any concrete action in the face of disaster.
My hope for the future was rekindled unexpectedly at the 2024 Pride event in Rutland, Vermont. There, I discovered a newly forming group called Social Tinkering. After attending their first gathering, I knew I had found where I truly belong. The group is all-inclusive and celebrates LGBTQ diversity.
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