My friend texted me a video.
Twenty-two seconds in a sunlit room. Dappled light through the window. It was her, playing the piano, softly and tentatively.
She told me, “It’s been 26 years since my fingers touched the keys. I decided to sign up for lessons and learn how
to play again. Today is day one."
She played ten notes. I stared into my phone, watching, and cried.
To me, those ten halting notes sounded just as beautiful as a professional pianist playing “Nocturnes, Op. 48: No. 1 in C Minor” by Chopin. Because those ten notes sounded like a new beginning.
Every day, every hour, every moment, we have the opportunity to begin again.
Unroll that yoga mat for the first time in forever. Open that budgeting spreadsheet even though it's been ages since you updated the numbers. Wipe the dust off your desk, your treadmill, your gardening gloves. Rise again. Try again. Hope again.
Today is not over yet.
This life is not over yet.
It’s never too late to try for the first time, or try again. Even after 26 years. Even in spite of everything. Even now. Especially now.
xo.
-Alex
