Life is Messy

Life is messy. Life is complicated. Life is complex. Still, I have hope.

Many years ago, when I was 18 and spending a month in southern California with my grandmother, my boyfriend at the time, dumped me for a “good” friend of mine. I was hurt and a bit broken. One morning I awoke to a coffee cup, bedside, and it read “Hopefully Romantic.” My sweet uncle, knowing my heart was hurt, took the time to remind me that I’m not a “Hopeless Romantic” but rather a “Hopeful” one.

Life is messy. Life is complicated. Life is complex. I like to believe I live a Hopeful life.