I have tried it (pessimism) many times but it, thankfully, never sticks. I write towards a sad ending and can never do it. I was sitting close to giving up when, as always happens, I lifted my spirits and pushed myself up. I told you about the OT last week. She told me she was signing me off one day and then, surprisingly, she phoned me the next day to offer another solution. I wondered to myself if someone had been praying to make this turnaround, or maybe she just caught my propensity for hope. I’ll never know but it was yet another encouragement to not lose hope in this challenging life.

My heart has been heavy this week as I try and fail to accept that this is the end of the line for my beautiful home. Do you ever feel discouraged, forced into a corner you never anticipated? I know that a failure to accept change is not to be recommended but there always has to be hope. Hope for rain to fall onto dried crops, hope for an improvement in your diagnosis, hope for an end to your pain, hope for an unclaimed puppy to find a forever home, hope for something, anything, to lift your spirits.

My conclusion is that everyone needs to live with even a smidgeon of hope in their hearts because that is the only way to keep on living. Find what makes you smile or lifts your spirits and fly😊.