She\’s Finding the Spark Again

Something started shifting in Jenny’s world, and it wasn’t just the weather.

It happened on a Tuesday, right in the middle of the most ordinary day. She was making breakfast, nothing fancy, just toast and scrambled eggs- when her oldest son walked into the kitchen, gave her a quick hug, and said,

“Mom, you seem… happy lately.”

Jenny paused, spatula in hand. Happy?

It had been so long since anyone described her that way that she didn’t even know how to respond. But as she stood there, she realized… he was right.

She was happier.

The Little Wins Became Big Shifts

All those small changes she started making, the walks, the books, the saying “no” when she meant it, the swapping wine for tea, were adding up.

She was sleeping better. Smiling more. Laughing at her own silly jokes again. And one day, she even caught herself humming while doing the dishes.

It was like tiny pieces of her old self, the one who used to dream big, were crawling out of the shadows and into the light.

Dreams She’d Forgotten About

One evening, after the kids went to bed, Jenny pulled out a notebook she hadn’t touched in years.

It used to be her dream book—the one where she wrote things like “travel to the beach every summer” or “learn how to paint.” Somewhere along the way, she’d stopped dreaming. Stopped believing she could.

But that night, she opened it again. Wrote one new thing at the top of the page:

“Create a life I love waking up to.”

It felt big. Maybe even impossible.

But so did giving up her old habits… and she was doing that.

Hope Is a Funny Thing

Jenny didn’t know what the future would look like. She didn’t have all the answers. But she did know one thing:

Hope felt good.

For the first time in forever, the horizon didn’t look so far away.

And what she was about to discover next would change everything.

But that part? We’ll save it for tomorrow.