Beginnings
Every journey starts somewhere right
A single step or perhaps misstep
But every journey has to start
~
Beginnings
Be they humble or grandiose
Everyone has them no matter their status
So no point really in comparing
~
Beginnings
A single moment for some
That completely alters the course of their life
And then the rest is history
~
Every day is a first new step
Even if the journey is old
Every day is a new beginning
No matter how far you've come
~
Eyes to the horizon
For I wonder
What new beginnings
Lie over the crest
~
I'm starting a new step in my writing journey soon and needless to say I'm ecstatic. Also terrified but I'm trying to ignore that part. So it got me musing on beginnings. What is a moment in your life you would denote as a true beginning for you? I hope you enjoyed this rambling. If you did then please heart, subscribe, and feel free to leave a tip. You can now also pledge 3 dollars a month to me and help support me as a creator. As a benefit if you do you get my stories at the top of your subscription feed anytime I post something new. Till next time.
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Josephine Mason
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