January 1st gets a lot of credit for being a good day to start over.
But honestly, any day will do.
A Tuesday in November. A Thursday after work. A perfectly ordinary morning when you decide you’d like to give something another try.
I haven’t written here in a few weeks. The longer I leave it, the more I feel like I should come back with something especially worthwhile. Which is a very effective way to continue writing nothing.
So today, I’m writing a few paragraphs.
There’s something comforting about remembering that we can begin whenever we like. We can try something new, return to something we miss, or pick up a good intention that got buried somewhere under everyday life.
Getting off track doesn’t erase everything we did before. We still have that experience, even if we’ve lost a little momentum.
And we don’t have to catch up on everything we missed. That sounds exhausting, and I already have laundry.
Whatever date is on the calendar, we’re allowed to get up and give it another go.
Today seems as good a day as any. 🌸