living one day at a time, enjoying one moment at a time, accepting freckles as beauty marks.
hi john moore.
This phrase has been bouncing around in me lately. It’s the idea that hope means believing things will change. And while change is often gradual and a process, it can also come in moments. My life has changed in moments. And the best moments have mostly been surprises - things i didn’t plan, could not have predicted or built on my own. As someone who struggles with depression, it feels important to remember the good, to fight to focus there. Perhaps having hope means hoping to be surprised. And our hope for other people is that they will stay alive to be surprised. By a love. By a friendship. By a place. By an opportunity. By so many different things.