it's funny how so often we feel as though we're starting again. starting over.


turning over a new leaf.


tomorrow.


and this time it will be right and better and real.


and this time it will last.


and tomorrow we'll hold on to that glimpse of perspective that made us realize we had to go back and reevaluate in the first place.





but we never really start again. we never quite turn around and let go of our self-defined flaws. our patterning.


and we strive and we disappoint and we keep trying and we keep loving.


and we just keep going.





i think sometimes we need to remember that there's nothing so magical about tomorrow.


it holds our possibility. just like right now.



and despite that i'm so excited for next week.

because next week holds time to re-center.

to start again.