New beginnings are tricky at times.
As I’ve aged, I notice my history wants to inform what’s possible to a greater degree than I’d like it to.
One perspective offers a fresh start; there’s no script, I can trust fully it’s a new moment, and when I focus on that I am hopeful and optimistic. Possibility and hope live here.
Another perspective is anchored in my history. It challenges me remembering all that’s happened before: the promises, the avenues traveled, the mistakes, pain, and difficulties. Skepticism and pessimism live here.
Both are true and neither are true.
Given that, it’s a choice to rewrite the script and move forward.