Beginnings

So, the beginning has begun, the first step has been taken, the ice has been broken, the seal has been cracked the....Oh STOP waffling on and say what you are going to say!!!

Sorry, sometimes the Monty Pythonesque syndrome hits and I go off a bit. Where was I? Oh, yes...Beginnings!

In the beginning, I wasn't. And then I was. Born, that is. I guess even back then I wanted to DO something. I was the source of many tear filled nights during my childhood because of my adventures...with the wringer on the washing machine, with the big wash tub filled with water, with the lake, with the car, with the fish hook, with the pig....oh yes! I was a real into it child! I even got my sister involved in my adventures.
There was the time I decided that our little table and chair set was boring in yellow, so we "painted" them with black polkadots. Paint? Um, no. It was a can of tar that was being used to waterproof the cement blocks in the basement. Paintbrushes? Fingers were invented well before paintbrushes! And doesn't tar stick so well? to the skin, the hair, the floor, the chairs, the table! I have a vague memory of being scrubbed and turped and scrubbed and turped (turpentine for those not in the know) I think there was a couple of haircuts involved as well.
Yes, my beginning was adventurous. The above writings all happened before I turned 5 and they didn't stop there.

But this wasn't supposed to be about adventures. It is about beginnings, of which I have had many. Each time we moved, and we moved quite a lot, it was a new beginning. New home, new school, new friends. New challenges, new lessons. Some of those lessons have gone un-noticed until recent days. It may be a good thing to revisit some of those "new" beginnings all these years later and look at them with a matured eye rather than a child's eye. The child's understanding is limited, incomplete, subject to misunderstanding the situation. A child's eye can interpret falsely and carry an incorrect memory for years, a memory that could be the foundation for who that child will become. A foundation that could be doomed to crumble/collapse/disintegrate as the smallest piece of truth-force is applied to it.

Who we are is largely because of how we responded to our new beginnings in the past. Who we will become will be because of how we respond to the new beginnings to come.  I am choosing to face my new beginnings with a positive attitude. To advance who I am with a stronger emphasis of reliance on One stronger than myself. I choose to look back at my past "new beginnings" and find the lessons I missed. I choose to find the good in me and not be afraid to say it is there. I choose to face my new beginnings with joyful anticipation of the things I will learn and experience. I choose....because I can!

so, with that said, I will sign off with some wise words from one of my book "friends"

“Speak in French when you can’t think of the English for a thing--
turn your toes out when you walk---
And remember who you are!” 

until next time.....