Dear universe,
You who has never once failed to turn winter into spring,
You who makes the sun rise without being asked,
I come to you today with something tender in my chest.
Something that feels like hope,
Small but real,
Like a seed that doesn't yet know what it will become but is ready to try anyway.
I am ready to try again.
Not because everything is perfect,
And not because I have it all figured out,
But because something in me knows that beginnings don't require perfection.
They only require willingness.
And today I am willing.
So I ask you,
Meet me here,
At this threshold.
Walk with me into what comes next.
Help me to release the weight of what was,
So I can arrive fully into what is.
And let me not drag the old story into the new chapter.
Let me just begin with open hands,
With a soft heart,
With just enough courage to take the first step without needing to see the whole path.
Because I trust you.
I trust that what is unfolding for me is more beautiful than what I left behind.
I trust that I am being guided,
Even when I cannot feel it yet,
Even when the ground feels new beneath my feet.
This is my beginning,
And I welcome it,
With all of me.