It seems ironic, that today has the energy of beginning. After all, this is day 66. This is the close, the finito-finale. But with it comes the bold breath of new beginnings.

I live in a town house complex with a parking spot underground. The parking spot is at the end of a row. For the last 10 months I’ve used an empty space in front of mine to easily back in, knowing that one day someone would come and claim that spot as their own and make parking more difficult for me. That day is today. I’m not complaining about it – it doesn’t really bother me. The reason I mention it because it adds to affirm new beginnings.

 That, of course, is not the beginning I’m talking about. But it is a coincidental beginning and so it glows with synchronicity.

This day is also a finale. It marks the close of the self-inquiry through writing. The end of daily reflections – on thoughts and issues.

It’s hard to grasp just what came from the challenge. Especially in such close proximity to it. I know that writing has helped me express myself, and that my writing has improved. Those are two things I am certain of.

Do I feel more aware of my vocation? Have I achieved that goal? I think so, yes. I feel certain that I am necessarily an artist. That it is a duty to express myself. That I should not worry about being a burden on the world, but believe, know, and feel that my creativity is celebrated.

I believe that I am protected and god rejoices with my work. I am feeling adept enough to transmit the specific frequencies I’m here to communicate.

I am not afraid of the future. Today I too am celebrating it. I feel a sense of freedom at the moment – that there is an old world behind me, and a new one right before me. I stand with a smile and faith in the nature of things.

I allow myself to slow down, and stand quietly, silently. There is no rush to completion, but there is an allowing of what comes naturally.

I feel myself trusting myself. Trusting my inner knowing.

The world lays before me. On the cusp of the past and future I am present with the unfolding. And I am comfortable on this crest.

I rejoice as I ride the wave. Falling beneath the waves and soaring above I feel the vicissitudes of life. Knowing how things rise and fall I am here with a smile.

Knowing that the low turns to high, and around it all goes I stand with a smile.
Refreshing, is this feeling. Tomorrow marks a new day.

There is a lengthy pause. My mind slows down, the spinning wheels come to a slow stop. The breath comes into my body, and out.

People come into my life and out – drama, trauma, and the ecstasy of life lived. Love, sorrow, compassion and comedy. There are times when I laugh hysterically and my cheeks hurt. Even my abs, my stomach stiff as I chuckle with glee.

I can be a bit of a dope sometimes.

Situations come and go. Opportunities arise. When I’m at my best I catch them. Sometimes I miss them in order to learn a lesson, about catching them when they arise.

I am good at greeting the new day. There is a time for mourning and a time for morning. Even though some things seem the same they are stark contrasts.

I’m learning to deal, to manage, to reflect, reorganize, empathize, and deliver.

I feel capable. I am confident that my life has value. I believe in the quality that I have to offer.

I am grateful for the smiles. And even the struggles too.

I am willing to go another round. The game excites me.

I know that rest is important.

I don’t want to bypass my true feelings, but I am willing to choose love, forgiveness, kindness, and acceptance.

I know that dancing and singing and writing is important.

I am supremely blessed. This life is a gift. My feet, my hands, my home, my health. I have been given an opportunity to share with the world.

I am aware of my capability. I am aware of my oddity.

I sit here.

Breathing slowly. Thinking of the success and the struggle. There is a time for action and a time for rest.

Breathing deeply I am aware of endings masked as beginnings.

I celebrate this new day.