The whole world lies ahead of you with none of the reassurances of the past.
And even when you make the first steps, there is such little reassurance from anyone that what you’re doing is the right thing. That this gut-wrenching, heart twisting effort is even valued by anyone.
You have nothing but faith and belief to keep your feet moving, even as your head whispers that this is foolish.
Starting, restarting, moving forward, striving. It’s the hardest part of any of this. And if you think that there is only one start, at the beginning, you’re wrong.
Everyday you have to wake up and compel yourself to start again. To tear something down and try again.
Starting is the hardest part.