I’ve began so many different times in so many different ways over the last few years, that I’ve lost track of the beginnings. Some were involuntary (most of them were, if I’m being totally honest) + some were voluntary, the follow-your-heart-even-if-it-doesn’t-make-sense kind of voluntary.
Involuntary, voluntary...it doesn’t really matter. Because every time I begin, it feels a little less uncomfortable, a little more free + a whole lot more right.
Right. That’s what we’re all hoping for really. We all want change, we all want our beginnings to feel right. To feel alright. To feel correct.
Whether we realize it or not, it’s always correct. It’s always alright. It’s always right. It’s just hard to feel it when we’re in the thick of it.
So I begin. Again + again + again + again + I will keep beginning every time, because it feels uncomfortably, comfortable. Because it feels free. Because it just feels right.
Love, Light + Warm Cups of Chai Tea,