I'm feeling a little obsessed lately with the idea of starting over. I don't think I ever recognized how often we do it, both in big ways and small. New years, new challenges, new goals, new seasons, new babies, new lessons, new hardships, new joys. This idea of beginning again must matter. It must be essential to our humanity and to our continued progression, right? Because this time we will get it right, we will do it better, closer to the goal. Even it's just a little closer. So here's my epiphany;
It's never too late.
Never, as long as we are breathing.
I am overwhelmed by the hopefulness of this thought.
And so very grateful.
#8-(sort of unrelated) Take self portraits to find peace with my body, enjoy my youth and health while I have it and to know myself better.
#9 Carry around a notebook to jot down ideas for writing and anything else that I don't want to forget.