Every day, you wake up with a choice.
Do the same, or begin again.
—wethinkdeeply
“Or begin again.” I love that invitation, and something in me feels like I am beginning again. Not because something went wrong, or because I failed. Simply because I can. I get to choose that and shape what it looks like.
Beginning again is often shadowed by fear—fear of the unknown and worry that it might all lead to a dead end. Before we even take our first step on a new journey of discovery, we allow the spectre of failure to dictate who we are and who we’re becoming. It’s as if we tie our own shoelaces together just as we hear the starting gun, then wonder why we can’t run.
Yesterday I said I was done with races, and I am. So this beginning again has nothing to do with sprinting to catch up on some imaginary distance where others appear further ahead.
My new beginning is defined by graceful wandering, noticing more and expanding every moment into something beautiful and reflective. There are no metrics to measure what works better, only quiet realisations of what feels most worthy.
Bravery is essential, but what’s more honourable is the willingness to be endlessly curious.
Curiosity doesn’t demand we know where we’re going—it only asks that we stay awake to where we are. It transforms every unknown into an invitation rather than a threat. When we begin again from this place of wonder, we don’t just change our path; we change how we walk it entirely.
