Hope

I was doing a yoga practice the other day and the instructor was talking about treating hope like a muscle. It takes time and practice to anchor your life with hope.

This got me thinking…I want to exercise my hope muscle, daily. I want to make it stronger, but it is certainly not something that can come without regular practice.

The last few days have been hard. They have been emotionally taxing from the very beginning of the day, until the very end.

Yesterday after I got the kids to bed, I went and laid on my back porch couch while the sun went down. I put my phone away, closed my eyes and took very big deep breaths.

When I opened my eyes, I looked up to this view:

I noticed all of the new buds on the huge tree hanging over me. I realized something that is not revolutionary, but it was to me in this moment.

~With the change of a new season comes new growth~

It is good to embrace this change and feel the emotions of whatever it brings; the good, bad, happy, ugly, sad, etc.

I don’t need to bounce back from what was, or what could have been. What I can do is feel the emotion, embrace the change, and choose to move forward. I choose to be new and improved; anchored in hope.

This season is new and beautiful, if I allow myself to see it that way. What a lovely reminder from a gorgeous backyard tree.