The end = the beginning.

“Often when you think you’re at the end of something, you’re at the beginning of something else.”

-Fred Rogers

What ended in your life that gave birth to the start of something new? Describe how you felt during this transition.

My career ended. It was only five and a half years but it felt like a lifetime. I started there when my daughter turned one, and left shortly after she turned seven. I was a wreck on the inside, but didn’t want anyone to know it. A mixture of emotions raged within – fear, anxiety, anger, despair, disappointment, hopelessness. I felt like I was giving up on something I had worked so hard to achieve; something I had genuinely enjoyed doing. I had no clue how it would turn out. I felt lost with no direction or guidance. It took over a year to resolve these emotions and figure out who I was.

Here I am, a year and a half later, still trying to figure it all out. I’m getting better at focusing on what I want to do, instead of what I don’t want to do. It’s a constant thing, trying to figure out who you are. Does it ever really end? Is there a defining moment where you stop? Or do we always continue to figure ourselves out? To me it seems fluid; ever changing, never really taking a solid structure.

Maybe I’m trying too hard. Maybe I need to relax and take it easy. You know? Just let it flow naturally.