Five Minute Friday/31 Days Edition: New

Five Minute Friday is a writing event that has hundreds of writers spending five minutes writing on the same topic and then sharing them at http://katemotaung.com/five-minute-friday/. This week's word is New.

Isn't it funny how new changes meaning for us. When we are kids, new is exciting. A new toy, straight out of the box, is perfection. A new pair of shoes for the start of the school year, we can't wait for the first day to wear them. We count the days until graduation and we get to go to college where everything is new, that's where our grown-up life will begin. Nothing beats new when you are a kid.

But as we get older, we get scared of new. We get stuck in our ruts and we dread the new. We fear the new because it forces us out of our comfort zones and into unknown territory. New equals change and change is bad.

In this 31 Days challenge, I want to embrace new. I want to look at my life in a new way. Where I see scary, I want to see exhilarating. Where I see the fear of the unknown, I want to see the thrill of a new adventure. Where I see impossible, I want to see possible.

We typically think of new as beginning on January 1. But I am going to try my best to make October 1 a new year and make changes in my life to move closer to the life that is waiting for me. Life can be like a new toy and we can either keep it in its original packaging, sitting on the shelf, or we can take it out of the box and do things we never thought we could.

I'm starting anew and unwrapping everything life has to offer.

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