For me, I love salt water taffy - so I like to share what I love with people I run into along the way! When we treat hope like an extension of ourselves, then things seem a lot simpler and we wind up leaking a lot more love and hope on others.
When some friends and I climbed Mt. Kilimanjaro, I was hoping for a few things at the top - like a Jacuzzi and a dozen cake pops. It was a wicked climb, so our guide taught us to take one step at a time and we’ll get to the summit. As hokey as it sounds, it really worked and the mountain shrank a bit!
Hope works like that - even when our story becomes pretty treacherous, we can see the path to the top given to us one step at a time.