Sep 10
10
“This could be the start of something new…”
Let me just start by saying yes, the title IS a reference to a High School Musical song. Yes, I am a grown-up and yes, I do know the lyrics. No, it does not have anything to do with Zac Efron. Just sayin’.
But seriously. Every so often, we get the chance to begin fresh: exploring new places, meeting new people, starting a new school year or even a new phase of our lives. It’s scary. It’s wonderful. It’s new.
Ironically, I began this blog a few days ago with a great plan of what I was going to talk to you lovely people about. And…I have no idea what it was. I wrote that silly blurb about Zac Efron and got sidetracked. So, this very blog has been an adventure into the “new” as I have created a completely different blog than the one I originally intended. It’s been hard, and a little frustrating (“why can’t I remember what I wanted to write before?”), but you know what? I like this blog better than the previous one. At least I think I do, because a) it wasn’t ever written, so I can’t tell you, and b) I don’t even remember the exact topic I previously decided on, so I really can’t tell you.
Anyway, enough with the fluff. Life is a series of transitions–from one room, or phase, or state to another. It’s a process in which we experience change both intrinsically and extrinsically. It’s complicated. It’s hard. And it’s exactly what we make of it.
We are faced with choices every day of how to handle the changes that come our way. I’d love to tell you that we have only two basic options–to approach them with fear or with joy–but I’ve come to realize recently that it’s not quite that cut-and-dried. Often, we’ll waft and waver between the two over matters of weeks, days, or even hours. What matters is our commitment to do what is right for us. If we’ve got that, we really can carry on, even when we don’t want to. (Really. I promise.) Because it’s not just about starting. It’s about finishing what we started. My goals, my dreams, my desires for the future keep me going when finishing seems so far away or when starting (again…and again…and again) seems like more than I am willing–or even capable–to do. And when I do reach a “finished” point, I look back and say to myself, “That wasn’t so bad.”
Okay, and sometimes I say, “That was absolutely excruciating. I am SO glad that’s over… … …but I got through it okay.” I finished what I started, because I was willing and capable. It’s awesome and, I dare say, mPowering 
