Clear

Clearly there are things that can happen that can throw off my whole afternoon or evening,

Or even my whole day,

Or my whole week or month,

Or my whole year,

Or haunt me my whole life.

But why give that “thing” that power over me?

It was and is in the past, as soon as it happened.

It is old news just as quickly as it was new.

Why let it linger like a dark cloud over every day, week, month, year, or my life?

That which hurts, cuts, damages, and ravages is real.

I do not deny its effect.

But I owe it to myself to look to the next bright spot and

Recognize that every year is a new beginning,

Every month is a new beginning,

Every day is a new beginning.

The very moment I breathe again, is a new beginning,

A fresh start,

A chance to begin anew.