“Hi, I’m David and I’m Hope-aholic.”
“Hi David!” roars a big crowd.
“I’ve been struggling with my addiction to hope for years, going in-and-out of the rooms of HA [Hope-aholics Anonymous]. I’ve spent countless years hoping that someone or something will make me whole. It started when I was a kid. I hoped that the approval of other kids would do it. When I was a teen, it was girls and popularity. Nowadays, it’s having a healthy relationships, a good professional life and material security that occupy my hopes. These things sound reasonable enough, but I know that deep down I am setting myself up. I know that as long as I hope things will be different than what they are, I can’t be okay with now. I know that if I’m looking for something external to make me whole, who I am, as I am, will forever be insufficient.
The other night I almost relapsed on hope. A friend had invited me to an introduction seminar for a yearlong course on how to grow my business. I knew it was a bad idea to go. I read on the website that there would be an open-bar of hope from 7-8. Continue reading “46 Days to Overcoming Your Addiction to Hope”