
Sometimes, you don’t realize you’re standing at the edge of a “start over” until you’re already knee-deep in it.
It’s a funny thing — heavy sometimes, hopeful other times — but real all the same.
Sometimes… you just gotta start over.
That’s a short sentence with a lot of meanings.
Some of them are small and some of them are very big.
Start over physically, or mentally — sometimes both.
I reckon we’ve all had ‘start-overs’ at different times in our lives.
Often, it’s a lot of times for some people.
Some are good, and some are bad.
We sort of started over when we left home after growing up —
hell, a lot of us probably weren’t even grown up enough to leave home, but we did.
We had plans. Some came along just fine… and others didn’t.
We started over with relationships.
Started over with kids.
Started over with big moves —
like physically leaving the area we’d known.
Some of those moves hurt — like divorce or death.
And some were full of hope — like a new job we really wanted or a new house.
As we get older, I think a few of us look back at all those “start-overs”
and wonder:
“How the hell did we get here?”
(HA — maybe you laughed just reading that.)
Is your “get here” good or bad?
I reckon it depends on how you look at your life.
Did the starting overs change you for the better?
Or for the worse?
I know we can’t go back and change anything —
but maybe, just maybe, if we look hard enough at the “start-overs,”
we can change the moving forward.
Not big, if that’s not what we want.
Little even works.
It’s not the end — ever — until death, of course.
It’s just… starting over.
Maybe today’s one of those days.
Maybe not.
But if it is — just know you ain’t the first one, and you sure won’t be the last.
Sit a spell, catch your breath, and start again when you’re ready.
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