I manage my hope. I sip from it only on occasion. Gone are the two day benders where I gorge myself on hope.
My friend Pumpkin is an enabler. Pumpkin nominated me for an award about hope. I think it is the best encouragement we could all get.
Look where all that bullshit hope got me - this side of happy. Dammit, it feels so good to be happy after a long fucking ride of misery. Stories I haven't even told.
Honestly, the first time I was nominated for something, I thought the person might be making fun of me. I went by her house and thanked her for the attention. I had another one of my shit shows going when she gave it to me. I needed it.
We blog for ourselves and for anyone who can be bothered to read it.
This hope award is about encouragement.
This is how the encouragement business works: you just never know how badly someone might savor your comment. Hell, I have a few comments memorized. More than a few of you are a part of my history and I couldn't pick you out of a crowd of two.
Please drop by these award winning hope mongers and tell them they are not alone:
- Melanie at Falling in Hope
This post does it for me.
(Holy shit, I didn't remember this was the name of her blog. Nice one.)
- Andi at minimenow
Please drop Andi some encouragement and invite her to come back to posting soon.
- The Unknown Reader.
Are you a reader on a blog where you don't comment? I can't add your link.
This is just a place holder where I wanted to put your blog. It took me less than 2 minutes to create it. Go ahead, create your own.
If you are up for it, please leave your comment here or some other blog where you feel more at home. Anonymous, this means you too.
My guess is that your hope will explode with a little more exchange.
Thank you Pumpkin. I hope you are well. Bonne nuit.