Here’s my gratitude journal entry for today.
Sometimes you live for the moments when the fog lifts and you find a cabin in the woods. A hot, welcoming meal, friendly faces, an invitation to stay for a while. If you persist long enough, you may just find that eventually, the fog descends a lot less often than it used to, and you can see farther ahead.
If you’re not there yet, just hold on to the hope of a few moments of clarity and respite. Keep walking, keep reaching out.