Every Friday we unite for five minutes to write on one word. Only five minutes, that's all we get, that's all we have. And then, right where we are, no edits or second-thoughts, we publish those words. This week, we write on new.
It all started at 17.
I started over, I went off on my own and I started all over again.
When I left, I was so angry, so determined to prove something to all of them.
I left and never wanted to look back, just start over, start something new.
And then, I met a new family.
A family of woman who continue to be good for my soul.
And somehow, through them and our shared laughter and experiences, the angry started to melt.
And then I met my person.
And the thought of my own family started to become a reality.
And the anger melted even more.
By the time I made my way back, this wasn't the same place I grew up in.
I had a different mind set, a different feel.
I was here with him, we were starting and continuing us.
We created them, and the memories that last a life time.
And each time we start something new, something fresh, we do it hand in hand.
With the family that we were born with and the family we created around us.
It is how we are defined.
And love fixes the broken and with the right amount,
we can start over and create something new.