The first day of the rest of my life

I had an idea for a blog. Starting “This is the first day of the rest of my life.”

An inspiring post, about starting a journey that was meaningful to me and valuable to others.

I was ready to start writing it. But I never did. Life got in the way, plans fell through, things got busy and complicated. And sometimes I was just too tired.

But always in the back of my mind I knew there was something I wanted to start. There was a lot of fear. A lot of self doubt. Still, it kept niggling away.

I had a love-hate relationship with all those people telling their origin stories on podcasts and online. I loved hearing how they started something new and it blossomed and grew. Because I wanted that to be me. And I knew the story I had to tell about myself didn’t live up to my dreams. But still, each story reminded me that I wanted a better story to tell about myself.

And each day brought me another opportunity to start that new life. Not an endless supply of days, but a generous succession of time and opportunity. Not fully used, but not entirely wasted while I started to make a few plans, talked to friends about what I was dreaming of, did a bit of thinking or a bit of learning.

And eventually I took the first step on that new path. I still don’t know where it will take me. I don’t know whether I’ll be able to give life to all those dreams. But I’ve started. And it’s both a small step and a giant leap.

Each day is the first day of the rest of your life. What will you do with your day?