Anew.

There is definitely a certain sadness that comes with an ending.

Yet there is something amazingly exciting about new beginnings. A chance to revisit who we were, who we are, and recreate ourselves.

Reinvent a better version.

Becoming reincarnated.

Fearless, plucky, daring.

An ameliorated interpretation.

More enlightened. Knowing what we want and what we deserve. Knowing the experience we just left was a teachable moment. It was not all for naught.

Searching for lost affection. For ourselves. Happiness. A profound sense of self. Of what we need in a partner. Of what we want in life.

Boundaries have purpose and are necessary.

But so are tearing down walls and leaving yourself vulnerable. Open to what might happen next. Exposed to the prospects.

All those years we didn't find ourselves worthy of love. Self care. Respect. The truth. Affection. Admiration. Worship. Honor. Reverence,

There is something so incredibly refreshing about feeling again. About the possibilities. About BREATHING.

Years of feeling suffocated. Choked. Strangled.

Butterflies. Excitement. Spirit returning.

Realizing you may just be starting to see why it all fell apart. That it will not just be ok, it is going to be awesome.

Not knowing what will happen. But being completely ok with that knowledge. Being ok with jumping from the nest and failing miserably. Or perhaps flying majestically.

Soaring.

Trusting that your destiny will be astonishing and extraordinary no matter what.

Epic.

To rebuild ourselves even better than even we could have ever imagined.

Restored or perhaps reconstructing.

To feel the thrills again. The exhilaration. The awe in wonder at what the future holds. Being able to light that lantern and send your old self up into the ether. Trusting the path.

Believing it will all be ok.

Waiting with baited breath.

Smiling.

Xoxo,

C.