Begin Again

by Emma Lord

I’m pretty sure I was a labradoodle in a past life.

But people who only like to do stuff they’re already great at? They end up limiting themselves. And they end up regretting it.”

‘Anything worth doing starts with a mess.’”

getting a new start doesn’t mean you have to wipe the slate clean. Just pick up the pieces. Begin again.”

I want to love and be loved without ever having to wonder if it’s conditional. I want a life that is sometimes just my own, without feeling like I’m responsible for anyone or anyone is burdened with being responsible for me. I want back what I lost—at least however much of it I can still get.

“Go make the most out of it, because every day is a chance to begin again.”

For these heart-stuttering, breathtaking moments when you realize that if you carve us all down to our barest parts, we’re all the same.

How do you quit an entire person? How do you give up on someone who has defined almost every version of love you know?

The kind of moment that forms a tattoo in your heart before you even fully understand how much it means to you, living in it and outside it at the same time, making it a part of your story before you know how the story ends.