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Today, I began my new life. It isn't too unlike my old life, except this life began with a new me. My thoughts, my actions, my beliefs are completely different. The basic make-up of who I am has stayed the same, of course. I still look like me. I still love the things I loved yesterday. But today, I love them differently. Now, in every step taken, there is gratitude. In every choice made, there is respect for who I am. I know with complete confidence that the path I'm on is the right one for me, simply because I make it so. It may twist and turn in ways I didn't expect or even want, but I won't let that change my outlook on this one and only life I've got. I've often read that our thoughts create our realities. The person who looks at something with exasperation and doubt is often met with those emotions time and time again. Eventually, they become so buried under all of those negative experiences that they truly believe there is no chance of being happy. Anything good that might happen is often overlooked due to fear. I am now creating my own reality. I am now choosing to see things in an effortless light. If something goes wrong, then it's wrong and I'll move on. Dwelling is silly. What isn't silly is looking on the bright side, and daring to believe in myself. I want to know that I will always be alright, even when I'm not. I want to will myself to write, even when I don't want to. I want the world to open it's arms to me, like I've done to the world. I want to live in the light without fear of judgement or acceptance. And also, I do not want to judge and I want to accept. I want to let go of the things that hold me back and jump head first into new opportunities. I want to learn French. I want to always see the sun behind the clouds. I want to forgive. I want to trust in the life I've been lucky to receive and live it to the best of my abilities. If I can do that, I'll be more than good. I'll be fantastic. If I can allow myself to take large leaps and baby steps in the right direction, then I know there will be a warm lullaby of peace surrounding me, even when I cannot hear it.

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