I love beginnings. The beginning of a new book, moving to a different place…letting go of what we know as normal and jumping into the unknown. Beginnings feel just like a breath of fresh air on a Friday afternoon when you simply can’t wait to roll down your windows and leave work behind you for the next 2 days.

We all start somewhere. From a beginning most of us have heard every year,on the same day, time and time again from our parents. For me it was a June day in Sherman, TX. A few weeks earlier than what my parents had planned, my Brother with my Grandmother, and me making my entrance into the world. There are an abundance of stories from the first moments I joined our small family: the AC going out at my parents small duplex the day they brought me home, my Mom changing my middle name without my Dad knowing, and my Brother looking at me and thinking “life as I’ve known it as an only child is over” and asking over and over “What’s him doin?” Sorry for being a girl Lee.

We each have a story, beginning in varying ways and mixing in multiple ingredients throughout time. Learning to accept beginnings means transitioning from a past, knowing where we began and visualizing where we want to be when another new beginning comes around.

It would be easy to keep our focus on what is our norm, but changing the way we look at something that is new…that is a beginning…those are the times that you can look up from the chaos of transition and see everything falling into perspective.