After a lengthy conversation with a dear friend, I realize that last post (re: hope) was partial bullshit.
The evidence was swaying, despite my protestations.
When I interact with others, I often close with "have a blessed day." My friend asserts that this is my hope for them. I attempted to argue that I am not 'hoping' they have a nice day, I am merely reminding them of their option to have a nice day, or not to. Bullshit, I know it and she knows it.
She also mentioned that I share my sobriety story with others in the hope that they may gain something from it. I haven't a leg to stand on with that one. It's true, I do hope that drunks get sober, that they are willing to do whatever it takes, and that they have hit the bottom they need to hit. As much as I would like to say that I know that everyone is exactly where they are supposed to be, I am human and thus not able to be present in every moment. I accept that, from time to time, I am not at peace with the world--I hope for things that will happen regardless of my understanding that things are as they are.
Yet again, I find that I do not know everything, even about myself. Damnit.
The final argument was the most compelling: "You hope that people read your blog posts..."
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