Sometimes hoping is a good idea. Like when my doctor sends a sinister looking skin sample away for testing. Or when I hear that Glen Frey and the Eagles might be making yet another comeback. Or when I’m planning to paint my house and I’d really like a few days of sunshine. Or when I’m seven and I’m worried that Santa might not find his way to my house in the dark.
Beyond those types of situations, hoping can actually be a very real barrier to change, growth and ultimately, success. Because, while I’m sitting on my dumb arse hoping things will get better, the next guy is making them better. While I’m waiting for the Success Fairy to crap fifty dollar notes on my head, the next guy is rolling up his sleeves and doing what I’m not. And while I’m crossing my fingers and handing over my future to fate, destiny, chance and hope, the girl next door is consciously and courageously building her best life.
The more time I spend hoping things will work themselves out, the more time, potential and opportunities I waste. As a rule, shit doesn’t sort itself out and hoping is not a good plan.
You are the sorter of your shit.