The season of beginning, again

Hello, January. 

I think I have always loved you for what you represent—the pause before becoming, the permission to begin again. You arrive without judgment, offering a clean edge of time where I can sit with myself and take stock.

Even after the goals I failed to reach in 2025, I find myself strangely hopeful. Not because everything worked out, but because the desire to try again never truly left. The dreams I thought I had buried were only resting. Beneath the ash, something still glows.

Thank you for returning as the seasons of my life turn once more. Thank you for reminding me that renewal does not require perfection—only willingness.

I am here again. And I am beginning, quietly.

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Note: The fiery, yellow tinged Gaillardia or Blanket flower now blooms in my garden after patiently waiting for it to grow from seed. It is the flower of embers--vivid, grounded and persistent, A beautiful reminder that beauty can return again after difficult seasons and it can be found in all the hard places.