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Hope Floats

I am in Milwaukee for my future sister-in-law's bachelorette weekend.  I got to town Friday night and we went out with her mom and her maid of honor before going back to her place where I got to see her try on her wedding gown and veil and the whole sha-bam which just made me really excited about this wedding.  Saturday morning after her hair appointment, we made a run to Bayshore Mall to see if Charming Charlie's had any gray jewelry (it did not and for the record, silver is not gray).  I did however find a moment of peace.  Weird, right?  How in the midst of an ordinary moment, something comes along that changes how you feel?

Infertility is heavy.  It's a weight on my shoulders that will likely never go away, even when we do find success.  It's just a long road and at times, I really just want to give up.  But somehow, I always find hope (usually from Porch's amazing support).  Saturday, I found hope in a different place.  Myself.

I found this bracelet at Charming Charlie's and knew I needed it.  It sounds ridiculous, to think that this $8 bracelet (that will undoubtedly turn my wrist green) somehow lifted me up, right?  That looking down at my wrist reminds me that there's always hope and that things will work out exactly how they're supposed to?

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Maybe.  But these days, I take what I can get.  And I heard my sister-in-law's mother this weekend say something that kinda stopped me in my tracks.  "Doesn't it feel good to be happy?"

It does.  It feels lighter, it feels relaxed, but mostly, it feels hopeful.  All the negative feelings & thoughts just build up and snowball into a shit storm of depression but being happy?  Feels better... because after all, hope floats.  It can pick us up and get us through our darkness.  It might not always work, but it's a nice little reminder right there on my wrist.  :)

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I found this on Pinterest today; I think it sums up the power of hope quite nicely.  :)

xoxo

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