That I can make a difference. 

That nothing happens for a reason; that I can undo wrongs and make people’s lives better than what I was given.

That people are good. That I can keep learning/evolving into a more whole person.

That I can keep giving better, that I can move forward bit by bit. That I am not simple.

That I am innately a good person, with strong intuition, and that I can impact my kid’s life in a positive way; give them positive tools and have the best shot to live their lives as happy people (for the most part). That I can break the cycle of dysfunction, or not add to it.

Good relationships give me hope. Good people give me hope. Authentic people give me hope. People working to do right by themselves and their family give me hope. Accountable people give me hope. People who can admit their shortcomings and try to be better give me hope.

I’ve surrounded myself with all the right people, all people who give me hope. Not perfect people, good people. People who are trying their best, and learning along the way how to do things better.  Unstuck people. Real people.

I’m real. I’m not a taker. I’m a giver. I need to start giving to myself more, more hope for myself. More learning, more introspection, more limits, more nurturing. A good mental state for my best self.

A good book. A good cry. Writing. Exercise. Good food. Water. Sleep. Meditation. Nature. Talks. Judy. Self love.