“You are not beginning again like a baby--
knowing nothing--
you are opening to the possibility that there is more to
explore, take in, discover, learn, embrace”
―
knowing nothing--
you are opening to the possibility that there is more to
explore, take in, discover, learn, embrace”
―
“We get to grab the pen and write the next line. We aren’t starting a whole new book; we are just writing a new chapter. The last chapter of our life ended with the loss—the divorce, the death of a dream, the career collapse, whatever it may be. Even though it ended, this is where the story gets good. We get to decide what happens next. If we are still alive, we get to dream!
You haven’t lost it all. You are still here! This isn’t the end of your story; it’s the start of a new chapter, and you, my friend, are holding the pen. What do you want your story to be?”
― Rebuilding Beautiful: Welcome What Is, Dare to Dream Again, and Step Bravely into What Could Be
You haven’t lost it all. You are still here! This isn’t the end of your story; it’s the start of a new chapter, and you, my friend, are holding the pen. What do you want your story to be?”
― Rebuilding Beautiful: Welcome What Is, Dare to Dream Again, and Step Bravely into What Could Be
“We all have skeletons in our closets, they say. My family included.
But ours hid in the attic, not the closet. They hid among the journals, photos, shoe boxes, wedding dress, and board games.
Ours were tumbling out.
I had to clean up the mess alone—hide the evidence.
If this is what new beginnings looked like, I didn’t want one. If starting over meant facing the ghosts that haunt the past, I wanted to keep the past.
But there was no going back. I knew too much.
I’d seen the bones. I’d met the monsters.
My parents wore masks to make them look happy, to hide secrets, to tell us they loved us. Even I wore a mask to hide my own monster. But now the masks had fallen off, and sliding them back on wouldn’t hide the truth anymore. What was seen could not be unseen.
The new beginning was here to be faced, like it or hate it.”
― The Colors Of Rain
But ours hid in the attic, not the closet. They hid among the journals, photos, shoe boxes, wedding dress, and board games.
Ours were tumbling out.
I had to clean up the mess alone—hide the evidence.
If this is what new beginnings looked like, I didn’t want one. If starting over meant facing the ghosts that haunt the past, I wanted to keep the past.
But there was no going back. I knew too much.
I’d seen the bones. I’d met the monsters.
My parents wore masks to make them look happy, to hide secrets, to tell us they loved us. Even I wore a mask to hide my own monster. But now the masks had fallen off, and sliding them back on wouldn’t hide the truth anymore. What was seen could not be unseen.
The new beginning was here to be faced, like it or hate it.”
― The Colors Of Rain
“Sometimes,
girls like her give up
on their own happiness
for the welfare
of fragile men
for several years
but oh,
the day they choose
to leave such evil souls behind
and starts to walk alone,
none in this entire universe
can stop her force
- Under construction”
― ANAMIKA: BEYOND WORDS
girls like her give up
on their own happiness
for the welfare
of fragile men
for several years
but oh,
the day they choose
to leave such evil souls behind
and starts to walk alone,
none in this entire universe
can stop her force
- Under construction”
― ANAMIKA: BEYOND WORDS
Christopher’s 2024 Year in Books
Take a look at Christopher’s Year in Books, including some fun facts about their reading.
Christopher hasn't connected with their friends on Goodreads, yet.
Polls voted on by Christopher
Lists liked by Christopher

