Day 233: Maybe It Was Me All Along

Day 233: Maybe It Was Me All Along

“Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies.”

—Andy Dufresne, The Shawshank Redemption

I’ve talked about Hope for 233 days now. Sometimes as a person. Sometimes as a feeling. Sometimes as a light in the distance I kept crawling toward when everything else went dark.

But today I realized something—maybe she wasn’t just someone I loved.

Maybe she was everything I wanted.

Family. Love. Peace. A future.

Maybe she was never just out there… maybe she was in me all along.

Inside that RV, broken and alone, Hope became more than memory—she became a compass. A reason. A form of survival. But what if it wasn’t just her I was holding on to?

What if she was a mirror?

What if she unlocked the part of me that always believed life could be better?

That love could be pure. That I was worth something.

That healing was possible—not just for other people, but for me.

I used to wait on Hope.

Now I’m learning to live like her.

To stop just dreaming, and start doing.

To stop holding my breath, and start breathing again.

To stop waiting for the door to open—and start walking toward it.

Maybe she didn’t just save me.

Maybe she was me—before I knew how to believe in myself.

One Step. One Punch. One Round. 🌹

—Your Fellow Traveler