So what do you do when you’re waiting for the guy to ask or the girl to say yes? How often do you walk to the mailbox looking for the school acceptance packet or sign on to your on-line bank-page to see if the check was deposited? Waiting for the stick you pee on to turn blue or the sound of the car pulling in the driveway, when the one you love is overdue, turn’s minutes into hours. What do you do when one of the most respected educators you know tells you your writing “humbles” them and that your book should be read by millions? What do you do?
The definition which gives oxygen to the breath-holder: “Hope
is the emotional state which promotes the belief in a positive outcome related
to events and circumstances in one's life.”
I am hoping because I believe. I am hoping because I do not
want to think all of the time I have spent is wasted. I am hoping because to do
otherwise would negate every dream I’ve ever had and I am hoping because yet
another person has told me, convinced me, that what I have created has worth. I know
that but sometimes…it’s just so hard.
So hope becomes the
mist of work. And so it goes.