How many times have I done this?
When I wake up tomorrow, I’ll start over.
And yet. What else can I do? Allow the rip tide of the past to pull me under?
So I move forward. I begin again. I allow for mistakes and offer forgiveness, but keep on moving forward.
It’s not that I try to set the past on fire, delete it, erase it, etc. If my life were a book, this would be a new chapter.
So, new chapter: here we go.
inchoate one 