One of the things I’m most proud of myself is my ability to start over again and again.
A disappointing person. A bad experience. A change of plans. It used to be a huge setback to me when things didn’t happen the way I imagined it. I’d fixate on the details and overthink about the things I should have done better. After a few setbacks, I realized it doesn’t matter. There is always more to life. I’ve reset more times than I can count. I’ve learned how to do things on my own. And people are always an addition, never a reliance. Nowadays I know that it’s only a matter of time until I get to where I want to be. And if anything goes wrong, I can always start over. Again and again until I figure it out.