I feel a tiny spark deep within, daring to become a flame, hoping to become a fire. I don’t dare speak this admission above a whisper for fear that my breath will blow the spark out.
But it’s there. For the first time in a very long while, I feel optimistic.
I just wrote a really long post about this growing optimism, but I’m not ready to post it. Too much, too soon.
Sorry for being vague, I hate it when people do that. More to come…