The Feeling of Possibility or a Star's Christmas Carol

I haven't done much writing lately. My fatigue has been getting the better of me and we have had a lot on our colloquial plate. Certain projects have haunted me like the Ghost of Christmas Past.  I have frankly felt very bad about myself and my ability to follow through on things. Much like Marley in his chains, I have been weighed down by mistakes of the past, accumulated burdens, and chains of undone tasks.But on Saturday, I woke up feeling like Scrooge on Christmas morning. I had energy and felt compelled to seize the day. I tore through projects that hung from the walls like holly. The fact that I knocked out a few items on the To Do list is not what has re-inspired my personal Dickens. I'm singing "I Like Life" because in those seven hours I caught a glimpse of the old me or maybe, a new me. I caught a glimpse of possibility.Because isn't that what we all need? A glimpse of our own possibility? When you struggle with anything - be it chronic illness, fatigue, depression or even external things like money or marital problems -- it is very easy to feel as the status quo is the forever status. No needs for updates on Facebook because it is all the same day after day. SSDD, if you will. But by having a day like Saturday, I remembered that I was capable of a lot. I remembered that I still had passion. In other words, Christmas Present visited and reminded me that there was still Christmas Future ahead of me.I am not naive. I know that I still have chronic illness and not everyday will be like that. In fact, today is not, but hope has re-entered my life. Nothing is more powerful than hope.  As the song "Oh, Holy Night" goes: "A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices, For yonder breaks a new glorious morn"It is a glorious morn, indeed.What gives you hope or a feeling of possibility?

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Thank you Scrooge, thank you very much!