This mornings post was full of hope.
Hope that change could come.
Hope that faith might be reborn inside me and give me a place to begin.
This morning I had the hope of change. It might take awhile, like emptying a dirty tub of water one cup at a time. But I had hope that I could hold that cup and find the strength to dump it.
That hope is gone.
I do not have serenity. I do not have courage. I do not have wisdom.
I have all the things I've always had. Fear, defeat & hopelessness.
It's a bad evening.
The end of a bad day.
Maybe tomorrow the sun will shine on me again and I will smile. elle