To begin, begin. I have been told that by many wise people in my life. I have spent too long holding back and keeping things to myself, for fear of having them taken from me. I have been too driven by perfection. I have been afraid to make a mistake, but I have come to see that none of us are perfect and we all make mistakes. I lost my father just over four years ago. I go through phases, but at this time of year it seems to hit me the hardest. It is my fifth walk around the circle, but it still stings. He was my philosophiser. He would have loved to help me grapple with the deep thoughts that have been on my mind. I spend too much time in my own head. It is time to start the conversation with others and to reach outside myself and find my tribe. Not all beginnings are big. Most are small. They start with a single step. This is taking me outside of my comfort zone and I am putting it out there before it is perfect. Why not? Good morning. What is on your mind?
To begin, begin