First and foremost happy New Year to you! I truly hope everyone was able to ring in the new year safely. Aside from that, I wanted to touch on what coming into the new year meant for me. No, it didn’t necessarily mean setting goals(shocking, yes I’m aware) But I felt as though it was important to shed some light on what this new year or this season if you will could potentially mean for you.
I was able to end off 2021 reaffirming my faith in myself and rediscovering my new found sense of independence. Above all else, I was reintroduced with something I’ve put on the back burner due to my then circumstances and how I relatively felt about it (I know it’s hella ambiguous but stay with me. I’ll eventually touch base about it in due time 🙏🏾🧿)
Back then, the thought of starting over was something I couldn’t fathom. The moment I was granted the opportunity to start over, whether it be a job or even going back to school or even dating, I started questioning as to why I’d ultimately started over. I’d be wrong if I didn’t mention the countless times where the thought of starting over frightened me. It went against my better judgement. Why did the thought of starting over or attempting to do so bring up so many thoughts/worries?
And then it dawned on me: the pressures of what it “should” look like when you’re starting over was filled with an overwhelming need of reaching this so-called expectation/perception society has on someone restarting anything. Why did it matter so much to me about how other people felt about the choices I made with my life?
What I started to realize more was that it was ALWAYS okay for me or anyone at that to start over. I know those fears/doubts and even what people may say would often deter you or me at that but I remembered just how much it meant for me to go back and start all over again (and again if I needed to)
I stopped caring about those “expectations”, I stopped worrying about the what if’s. I knew deep down I owed it to myself (in more ways than you could imagine) to just do it over, no matter what it was, no matter how tiresome it was, or frustrating. I was allowing myself to hone up to what I left behind and honored every wave of emotion it came with when I gave myself the time to do it again. Only when it came back around, I moved more intentionally and allowed my deepest desires and manifestations to truly be the foundation I needed to keep pushing forward.
Before I leave this blog post, I want you to take what you will from this post but walk with the grace in knowing it isn’t ever too late to start over.
Let me know what you plan on starting over or simply starting in the replies.
As always, I’ll catch you in next one.