This post is dedicated to my beautiful and wise friend, Christiana. She reminded me that there is beauty and wonder in hope.
Day 95: I choose hope over cynicism.
Hello wonderful people!
After I got caught up on the blog, I felt like I hadn’t done anything that was really putting me outside of my comfort zone. At least, not to the level that I felt were worthy of the last five days of my 100 days challenge.
Since it’s my challenge, and my blog, breaking the rules seemed more than appropriate.
I have spent far too long wearing cynicism as an armor that never fit me. I’m not naturally cynical; I’m naturally ridiculous and silly. I tried cynicism on for size, and I was never so wrong as to when I tried to rain on others’ parades. It was minor in the grand scheme of things, but I still felt shitty about it. I would never want to pee in someone else’s cheerios. It was so counterintuitive.
I think I hoped that being cynical would shield me (hint: it doesn’t). Instead it robs me of the very things that make me Jess.
So to Christiana, and to my very wonderful and understanding friends and family, thank you. Thank you for reminding me to hope.
I love ya’ll.