I’m new today as I was yesterday as I was last year. And tomorrow, I will be brand new like the day I was born. And when I was born, I cried out of my mom, becoming separated from the only refuge I had ever known, before I even had the ability to cognitively know.
And this is how I feel every day. Breaking out of yesterday’s haven of familiarity and embarking on an utter-refracturing. I’m actually, becoming less accustomed to meeting expectation and more acquainted with welcoming well-known anticipation that originally derived from a fear of failure, but now has become the source of my motivation. Because as they say, every day is a new day.