Hope Springs Eternal
Hope springs eternal. I think that's a big part of what saves me. Some evenings, I'm tired - deep down tired - and everything seems too much.
And then, another day, another idea, more doing and trying, and almost doing and halfway doing, and trying to get it done, and trying some more.
Do you ever get depressed, a friend asked me lately.
Sometimes I lose energy. The well runs dry.
But then I start again. A good night's sleep, for me, is the best remedy.
Hope - belief that somehow I will be able to get something done, something accomplished, that I really care about - that's been so utterly powerful in my life. Maybe because so often I've been so far from where I've wanted to go, and had little idea how to get there. And often, of course, I didn't get there - not fully, anyway.
Such a distance still to go. Such an utterly enormous distance.
But something in me pushes me, pulls me.
It's evening now.
2 candles are burning near me. There's a fire in the wood stove, and a lamp across the room. I'm pretty sure i won't get much more done tonight - and I haven't gotten much done today, actually. But, tonight anyway, maybe in part because I'm writing this, in some way trying to reach out into the world, I'm feeling okay.
November 15, 2013, evening, 9 pm
Hope - one powerful force.
And then, so much more,
Anyway, here's another personal blog,
of these diary blogs.
Another powerful feeling - loneliness,
Here's a blog about loneliness.
And then, a blog on some tiny kittens -
very alive, very vulnerable.
A personal blog on hope.
Because that’s what keeps me going.
Hope springs eternal.
So diary blogs, blog journals on
not giving up,
not being able to give up.