Pivot.

Endings and beginnings are murky little things.

Which is curious considering how clearly these two types of events truly are as the mark our lives. Our time and our lives are measured by these types of moments– much like how we measure how tall we are with tickmarks on the doorframe. Most beginning are crystal clear: a new year, a first day, a new life. In the same vein, we know deeply when something is ending: the old year, the last day, the end of a life.

Constant, like change and growth and opportunities to perservere, is the fact our lives are filled with beginnings and endings. They always come– sometimes announced, sometimes without warning, and other times softly waiting for you to see it’s time and accept it.

Yet, the murkiness that accompanies them is often twisted up in the many feelings change, endings, and starting something brings. Anxious anticipation, that punch-in-the-gut-whoosh of realization, the peace of knowing staunchly something was right for you, or the twisty way you feel both grief and joy as endings are always new starts. Most have a haze surrounding them to pilot through– somwtimes with tears, sometimes feeling washed out and empty, sometimes feeling boyoant and full of joy, and sometimes weighted with dread.

And it only stops, when you stop. Because change– beginning and ending– is constant. it is the thing that marks human life and it is beautiful in it’s vastness of possibilities.