Beginnings are scary... but they generally work out all right.

This is a lesson from knitting. Since my mind has cleared and I have energy, I've started some knitting. These are simple lace patterns, but sometimes.... I have to start over... and sometimes I just don't want to start.

All beginnings are like that. When we haven't done something, it is scary. After we've been to a new place several times, or we've driven across country, it no longer seems scary.

I try to remember this... so new beginnings are just a reminder that they'll be familiar territory soon.

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