Hope, at first, feels like a promise —the excitement of a new beginning or the golden light at the end of everything you’ve been through. As much as we hope for lifelong dreams to come true, not everything will always go as planned.

For a long time, I thought hope was something perfect — like clear skies, like daylight without clouds. But the most powerful kind of hope is the one that shines through the cracks — not around them. Hope lives in the in-between. It glows in the small wins.
It shows up when we choose to believe again, even if we’re not sure what comes next. Hope gives us courage and kindness for what’s next that stems from the choice to keep going.