When Beginning Again Isn’t Cute
I help women find the courage to begin again.
And I know… sometimes that sounds cute.
Almost like a slogan.
But let’s go somewhere real for a moment.
Let’s visit the moment where beginning again is not inspirational…
…it’s necessary.
The moment where it’s the only way to save yourself.
The only way to keep from giving up.
The only way to stop yourself from throwing in the towel.
Beginning again doesn’t show up when everything is polished.
It shows up in the middle of chaos.
In the middle of things falling apart.
Right after life has mixed you up so thoroughly you don’t even recognize yourself anymore.
Going backward isn’t an option.
Going forward feels like the only way…
…but you don’t know how.
You don’t know when.
And if you’re honest, you don’t even know if it’s possible.
Maybe you leave this room and go home to pack boxes
because you don’t have a choice but to move.
Maybe you’re standing in a bank line
trying to figure out how to pay a bill
or borrowing money from someone you love.
Maybe you’re watching someone you trusted…
someone you thought was part of your future,
get up and walk out of your life like it meant nothing.
That moment right there?
That’s when beginning again becomes real.
And that feeling in your stomach…
that tightness in your chest,
that fear that almost takes your breath away,
that weight that makes you feel like you can’t move…
That’s not your weakness.
That’s your fuel.
You don’t wait for the fear to go away.
You use it.
If you’re in that moment right now… you don’t have to figure it out alone. Start with one step. Stay here with me.