I often find myself wanting to start again.
I am, you might say, enamored with beginnings.
I suppose, it makes sense. Beginnings are exciting. They are moments filled with possibility and anticipation. While fear may try to hold us back from taking that initial step, once that threshold is crossed, the momentum pulls us forward almost effortlessly. Well, at least it does for a while.
Beginnings feel like progress.
I am getting healthy, starting today.
I am going to write my book, starting today.
I am going to do something, starting now
By declaring a beginning we pretend that we have made some forward movement without moving much at all. This is, I expect, the reason that New Years Resolutions are so often adopted and so often failed.
The challenge is not in the beginning. I am learning this: the challenge is in the continuation. The challenge is in the process of living in the ongoing movement that a beginning sets in motion. It is waking up every morning and finding the time to make those healthy choices. It is sitting down and working on the projects I value even when things aren’t moving nearly as fast as I ...