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Hey Out There,

I am a firm believer in starting over. In laying it all out on the table. In breaking your own heart for the sake of true disclosure. It's the darkest just before the dawn, at rock bottom there's no place but up, we have nothing to fear but fear itself, all that jazz.

It's the truth though. All of the fearful, jealous, insecure pieces of you, and all of the amazing, talented, entertaining pieces, these make up YOU. You are nothing to run away from. You are more than you could possibly ever be. You are a thousand unrealized reactions, a hundred unrealized dreams. You EMBODY possibility. And that's what it means to start over.

Starting over is sometimes a misnomer for the process. It is not a burning in effigy of a past self. It is not a burial of all you were. It's just a space. It's the part between where you broke into twelve zillion pieces and where you made a plan. It's that single breath where you decided to realize one of those reactions, try out a new dream, to take a chance on the possibility of who you COULD be.

It's the single most delicate moment in human existence. It's fleeting and terrifying and completely worth it. You're looking for something to believe in? Start with yourself.

Quote of the day: "I have not failed. I have just found 10,000 ways that won't work."

---Thomas Edison

Poem of the day:

There's a burning, changing light

I keep it within me;

As I go.

It dances in the darkness

Fearless; Unafraid

It's my very own secret smile;

Laughing with a child's wonderment

Winking with a woman's knowing.

It's Faith

In self possession-

In being a gift to myself.

Because it still burns on my darkest days

Warms the depths of my soul

When the world has gone cold

And unfeeling.

It's Hope that

Though my eyes are dark and mourning

I'll shine brighter than before

And give the world what I've seen.

I was born of sin and sainthood.

I see in incongruity-

A patchwork soul of colored flame.

It's all wrapped around within me:

Twisted circles; bathing in Dreams,

Endless stores of kerosene.

I've seen it all laid before me

In that shining little light-

My Next Day.

TAFNF,

Elena Grace