Today I choose to embody hope—to feel it, to experience it, to let it resonate through me and change me, ever so slightly, ever so deeply.
I choose to let the waves rush from my heart and through my whole body. I choose to let them fall into my weary mind and shift those scary narratives.
I choose to remember that hope and acceptance always co-exist. That hope is not magic thinking. That hopes roots into what is and can only blossom from here.
I choose to let hope open my mind to a new perspective and allow my eyes to see in the dark, feelingly.
I choose to let it wrap me in a blanket of love that feels like an embrace when I need it the most. That feels like a promise that this is not where the story ends.
I choose to let it cleanse me from the inside out, to free me from my chains while creating within me a reassuring anchor.
I choose to let it show me how to spread my broken wings and heal them so that I can surrender to the wind and be breathed away from despair and fear.
Today I choose to embody hope and relearn what everything feels like, what everything means.
Today I choose to embody hope and let it free me in ways I would not have known to wish for or invite in.
Today I choose to embody hope… Will you join me?
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