Some days I am full of hope about so many things that might become reality. A new home to live in, one we can make our own and love and settle down in. A move going smoothly. A new type of job training - in fact, TWO new types of job training! New friendships growing closer. Old friendships continuing, being revitalized. New habits about eating and exercising, not just for me, but for the whole family. A new sense of self-worth & self-esteem. More financial stability. Continued closeness and time with family. 

And oh, when I reach the end of these days? I realize that it is exhausting to be so hopeful. It is exhausting! I had temporarily gotten used to being quietly sad, resigned to lack of fulfillment. (This is much less draining.)