✏️ Each Day I Choose Hope Over Fear

There is grief everywhere. We’ve lost time, celebrations, people, rituals, and simple things we didn’t even know to treasure. The world feels both paused and chaotic. Quiet and heavy. Too fast, too much.

I miss hugging my family. I miss exhaling around friends. I miss being able to walk into a store without tension in my chest. I miss the illusion that I could plan ahead, that tomorrow was certain, that “normal” was a thing to count on.

But I also see kindness. I see resilience. I see the tiniest moments making the biggest difference — handwritten notes, porch drop-offs, the way people smile with their eyes now.

I’ve had more quiet walks. I’ve watched the sky change and the trees shift. I’ve had hard, honest conversations. I’ve sat with grief. I’ve sat with grace.

There are still mornings where I wake up with fear sitting on my chest like a stone. But I make coffee. I get dressed. I show up. I try again. I remind myself that not knowing is still living.

Each day, I choose hope over fear.

I’d love to hear how you’ve been choosing hope lately. Let’s sit with this together — leave a comment or reply to my email. Your story matters too.

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