Beginnings are not as easy as they look. Looking at a beginning, usually I am looking backward. Unless I am looking forward to a beginning, and then I’m looking the other way. Looking backward, a beginning has already begun and what I didn’t know at the beginning hopefully I know now.
I haven’t begun yet, so I’m not sure where the beginning is going. I am hopeful. As in, I think I know what I’m doing and what I want to accomplish. I can put my best self into it. Life will teach me on its own terms and because I am still an animal, my best self does not always arrive as planned.
A beginning seems like an important point to choose, for balancing the fulcrum, finding a lever to move my world. How to choose that point to move my world, with every point a new beginning, can be difficult. Choosing the best moment before the beginning. And knowing when the beginning has ended.
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