It's a startling confession. I'm supposed to be the spokesperson for hope after all and the last couple years have kicked my ass. You may have  noticed my messages were less frequent and less personal.  I simply felt like I had nothing hopeful to say. So I sent out announcements about upcoming workshops and waited.  Having been around this long, I know that Hope ebbs and flows. I knew it was coming back, and it has.  

A couple things helped me tremendously.  First off good friends.  I am outrageously wealthy when it comes to friends.  They know me, support me, encourage me and remind me of who I am.  Secondly, my own life experience.  I trusted myself and I my insights.  I did things that were nurturing and some that were not so nurturing but served their temporary purpose.  I spoke gently to myself and I listened to myself.  I only did what I wanted to do and nothing else.  It was shockingly liberating.  

Another thing that helped me was my definition of Hope  "The reasonable expectation that things can get better".  It is most accessible when things are bad.  The saying "it can't get any worse" is a vey hopeful statement.  

Finally, and not insignificantly, I stopped eating sugar.  

So here we are.  I'm writing to you with a personal message again because I feel like I have something to say.  

Recently, I found an article that was right on point to the message I want to give you.  It's called "How to stay Hopefully - even when it's really really hard"   The link is below

If you find yourself looking for Hope, have patience.  It's on its way.  Honest.