THE FRAGRANCE OF NEW BEGINNINGS
Have you ever smelt the fragrance of a morning dew?
That’s how the fragrance of a new beginning feels.
That feeling where you get to start over again—
where it seems like life isn’t handing you lemons,
but a clean slate.
A quiet permission to try again.
To finally get something right.
So you reach for your pen.
You draw up plans.
You write, and write, and write—
until the writing itself begins to soothe you.
Until planning feels like progress.
Until intention masquerades as execution.
And for a moment, you glory in it—
The comfort of having a plan,
without the discomfort of building a structure.
Without deadlines that demand obedience.
Without habits that expose inconsistency.
Without action, there is a risk of failure.
But slowly, the dew evaporates.
Morning gives way to heat.
And you realize that new beginnings
do not survive on inspiration alone.
A clean slate is not an achievement.
It is an invitation.
And plans, no matter how beautiful,
Remain ink on paper
Until discipline breathes life into them.
The real work begins
when the fragrance fades
and you choose—
not to rewrite the plan,
but to walk it out.
