What if a major reason I am stuck is that I – despite my experience – have allowed other insidious thoughts to reign for too long? Those thoughts that berate?
For truly, this morning as I ate breakfast at a nearby cafe, getting ready for work, I felt … lighter. More joyful, if only ever-so-slightly. In fact, I felt a little … younger.
Just like when I was actually … that young.
I felt things were possible.
I think that has a lot to do with my resolution to do away with that inner critic on autopilot.
Maybe I can’t ever do away with it entirely and that is okay. I don’t attempt to be Jesus or Buddha here.
But I can certainly – certainly – make it better than now. I can make things different.
And that is the definition of hope.