Hope is a condition of the heart in which we live with a sense of confident expectation and anticipation. Yet with all that is on most of our plates, it can be easy to lose touch with any air of expectancy, and live instead gasping for breath due to the pressure of all that is expected of us.
Queue the calendar.
When I am mindful to use it well, my calendar becomes an instrument of hope…
A monthly video call with two dear friends and colleagues, where together we’ve created a safe place in which to engage in courageous and vulnerable thinking.
Sessions with a trainer who is helping me move from rehab of an injury to the renewal of my strength and capacity to do the things that I love.
Coaching sessions with one of my clients who is decidedly all in on our work together, and shows up fully every time we meet.
Time set aside to help our daughter and her family get ready for their move to a new house, smack dab in the middle of the holidays.
FaceTime dates with those I love.
Family coming over the river and through the woods for Christmas.
A massage, a much needed haircut, and a pedicure.
Friends for dinner, and a New Year’s Eve party.
Seattle Seahawks games that could land us in the playoffs.
A candlelight service on Christmas Eve.
As Annie Dillard says, How we spend our days, is, of course, how we spend our lives. By making sure to include in my days that which makes me come alive, I am choosing to live in a state of hopeful anticipation.
A calendar as an instrument of hope?
Who knew?
