Beginnings are less about starting over and more about softening into possibility. Each year, each week, even each morning offers the grace to begin again. When I left bedside nursing, I had to rediscover who I was without constant urgency—and in that quiet space, my life began to breathe again. This week, find one small place to begin anew. It doesn’t need to be perfect; it just needs to be yours.
The Space to Begin Again
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