Yes, you can begin again. Not from scratch but from an accumulation of experience and wisdom. I’ve been thinking a lot about what it means to start over since beginning here anew last summer. The resurrection of this blog and manually adding the 1700 missing posts lost during the disastrous migration to WordPress didn’t happen. In fact, I’ve only blogged 37 times since. It’s the oddest feeling knowing the words and images are stored but not online. It’s as if a part of me and those six years of blogging are lost, missing, or never actually happened. It’s not at all what I expected but having expectations is a sure way to muddle an experience. Being attached to any outcome and not getting it is guaranteed pain.
New beginning implies endings and to the risk averse it’s worse than death. Making changes is so terrifying for some, they’d rather keep their bad habits, crappy job, and less than stellar mate than upset the status quo. It’s our fear of projected loss and ‘what ifs” that stops us from moving on.
As we creep towards a new week, month, season and year, it’s a perfect time to dust off our expectations, beliefs and examine what’s working and what’s not. If something isn’t right, and unless we’re in deep denial, we know when something isn’t right, perhaps we can look at beginning again anew. Or at least adopt beginner’s mind. Being open to new possibilities, to see with fresh eyes the way children do. I may or may not ever add my old content. Maybe I’m supposed to really begin again and do something else. I do know tomorrow is another day and I’m thrilled to see November go.