Yesterday I shared my “resolution” for the new year. What I didn’t share yesterday (because it would have spoiled the punchline), was that one of the first things I did upon making that resolution was to stop by a diner for a spicy pepper omelet because that seemed the most enjoyable way for me to spend the hour that I had before it was time to pick up L’s Mother. Upon finishing my meal I couldn’t help but notice that my server’s name was “Hope”.
So now I can honestly say I’ve had some hope in my life for the new year, and I have my resolution to thank for that.
(Yeah, I know . . . that was a long walk for that one, but it’s no joke that hope has been in short supply for a lot of people lately, so I’ll take what I can get.)