The Courage to Start Over.
You’re Not Broken. You’re Becoming. I’ve constantly watched motivational reels on my timeline, and they all seem to have one thing in common that adrenaline rush that makes you feel like you can do just about anything. I love it. I love that momentary high when it feels like the world is yours for the taking. But there’s a part I don’t see often. No one really talks about how heavy it weighs down after everything has fallen apart. The moment you realize you have to start over. The sense of failure that creeps in, knowing you got it wrong and now, you either swim or drown while figuring out how to begin again. You see, new beginnings don’t come with fireworks or clarity. They creep in like a quiet ache. A slow-burning moment when something once so familiar a job, a person, a dream no longer fits. And suddenly, you’re sitting in the ruins of everything you thought would work out, trying to catch your breath, trying to understand how something that felt so right could...