The joy and terror of everything being new
and fresh.
But really just new.
To you.
Square one
will always be
square one
no matter where you land.
There will always be adjustments:
the might have beens;
the things we miss;
the things we left behind.
But truth –
(and a wide open door)
are not something to pass up
when all signs point in that direction.
So here we are
(inhale – exhale – repeat as necessary)
Signs of life are returning
where there have been none
for far too long.
I can hardly wait.
There is more to come.
