Woman to Women
Finding a message of hope in a jar
By: Mary Beth Sammons
First thing in the morning, I wake up and reach for my daily dose of hope. It’s not the book of daily affirmations on my nightstand, or the promise of a great meeting on my Outlook. Nope, it’s a little white jar, called exactly that: “Hope in a Jar.” Scrawled across its belly it promises: “You can’t change the weather, but you can change your moisturizer.”
Made by philosophy inc., it’s a moisturizer for dry, sensitive skin. Bingo. That would be my Irish, formerly freckled, post-45 face. The company is a lifestyles brand that celebrates feeling well and living joyously. In addition to “hope in a jar,” I’m addicted to the brand’s “amazing grace” body lotion and eau de parfum, “empowerment” bubble bath and the “pure grace” salt scrub.
These days, as I face all things that “midlife” brings, and try to balance it all, my little jar of hope (and the other products I smother myself in), make me feel good. They’re not so much about my skin or trying to preserve the softness of my youth; as much as the kick start I need to recalibrate my life on a daily basis. The serve a broader definition, reminding me daily of good living and the profound connection to others that are the foundations of my being.
I need these products/lifelines, because sadly, in the last few years, events have brought loss that touches too close to home. I’ve had four close friends – FOUR – who have died before their 50th birthdays (two before 40). I’ve tried to keep a smile on my face and a “we will survive and thrive” attitude to navigate the journey post divorce and show my children that new life can indeed come following loss and adversity.
So, as much as I’m hoping my little jar of hope, will stave off some of the freckles fading into age spots, and the salt scrub will keep things cellulite free, they are more so just my little secrets I carry with me daily to remind me to live a full life, to never take things for granted and to know there always is hope, always.