When I decided that Promise would be my word for the year I
would never have imagined that by Mid-April I would be drawing the word
on my ceiling with fine-tip markers rigged to the end of a hiking pole.
Yet that is where I am at on my journey- flat on my back constantly
staring at a word that has the power to draw up hope. No one has
promised me anything concerning my recovery. Uncertainty reigns. I have
promised myself that I will work as hard as I can to get to 100%,
clearing a path for possibility. I still believe my life is full of
promise, for I can look back and see how far I have come. I understand
setbacks are inevitable, but the unpredictable moments of the future can
also provide space for small victories that can build into something
more. For me, that thought alone only stokes the fire of hope and
promise.
#day22 #arttherapyisreal #ruthlesstrust #holdingontothepromise #ceilingart #Iamnomichaelangelo
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