Ok.. I am sitting here enjoying a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon so I guess I am not giving up red wine for Lent. Do I really have to give something up? Why not add something significant. Why not do something out of my comfort zone. Something that matters. Something that makes me uncomfortable or that makes me stray from my neurotic daily routine.
I’ve been toying with the idea of living life with more awareness and intention. Not multitasking. Not flitting from here to there. Not changing the subject mid-conversation.
Living with intention.
So cooking a meal is just cooking a meal. It’s not talking on the phone and cooking a meal. It’s not checking my email and cooking. It’s just cooking.
And reaching for my seat belt after getting into my car is not reaching with one hand and turning on the radio with the other one and checking to see if I have gas and wondering if I need my oil changed. It’s just reaching for my seat belt.
Calling my step mother and asking how she is doing is not just a task that I can check off my list of things to do but actually a loving and intimate communication with a woman who stepped in and decided to love me and my family even though we aren’t really related.
Are you giving something up for Lent?
Or are you adding something that challenges you, stretches you, makes you stop and think?
Hope is the feeling that what you want can be had or that things will turn out the way you’d like them to.
Hoping is a daily activity. I hope therefore I am.
I hope he’ll call. I hope they are safe. I hope the chemotherapy works. I hope the turkey comes out juicy. I hope today is better than yesterday. I hope there is not a run in my tights. I hope I find my keys. I hope they can can come for Christmas. I hope I find a job soon.
I hope my car starts. I hope he gets home on time. I hope she feels better. I hope it doesn’t rain. I hope she has a good trip. I hope I have enough time. I hope it’s not too late. I hope we can make it. I hope you will forgive me. I hope I get a raise. I hope I can find the perfect gift. I hope she feels better.
I hope I get an A. I hope he likes my dinner. I hope I can go to yoga. I hope gramma comes for Christmas. I hope we can all be together. I hope this skirt is not too short. I hope she likes me. I hope I’m not being a pest. I hope we can still be friends. I hope it snows. I hope she didn’t suffer too much. I hope he fed the dog. I hope she has a good time. I hope to get away this weekend. I hope I can be home for Christmas.
I hope I don’t miss my plane. I hope I don’t miss my opportunity. I hope my prayers are answered. I hope you dance. I hope they serve beer in hell. I hope you’ll join me. I hope he’ll pop the question. I hope she’ll say yes. I hope I can keep up. I hope it’s not too late.
I hope to lose 10 lbs. I hope we win. I hope I have time to wash my hair. I hope I get the promotion. I hope we can still be friends. I hope you will hear me out. I hope I can return the favor sometime. I hope you can come. I hope you’re feeling better soon. I hope it’s not an imposition.
I hope you’ll stay for dinner. I hope you like it. I hope you will consider all the options. I hope I find a parking space. I hope I make the cut for the soccer team. I hope you’ll meet me half way. I hope I get to see you. I hope the results are positive. I hope he let the puppy out.
Who are we when we lose hope? What drives us forward, gets us out of bed in the morning, tickles our funny bone and makes life worth while?
What is your heart’s desire? What would you like to be when you grow up? Is there an old friend that you hope to reconnect with some day? What is stopping you?
People who are hopeless are emotionally bankrupt.
Fill your coffers with HOPE.