Yes. That is where I will start, at the beginning. At the beginning of what? Only these words can unravel the steps of my journey, yet begun. But, begin, I shall, nonetheless. This is my life: an endless and insurmountable number of fresh starts; new beginnings leading me nowhere except to here, to now, and yet, another new beginning. What does this say about me? Am I a failure? Am I a slow learner - maybe? Am I incomplete? Am I a continual work in progress? Am I unable to complete, anything? Am I a culmination of all my past failures building toward success? Does it matter if I fail or succeed? As long as I try what else is there really but new beginnings and fresh starts and new ideas and new thoughts and new pleasures and new growth where I begin to see that I am good at something, even if it is only at beginning something I have never tried before this very moment. Courage is necessary to begin. If this is true I am courageous each day I begin. Only I can choose to begin - again. Only I can choose a new direction. Only I can choose my path taking me to where I am supposed to be, right here, right now, beginning again.