Last week I told an old friend that I felt a new chapter was beginning in life’s adventure. I couldn’t explain why, only that the sense of change was there, waiting.

Since then, things have started to shift. The planets seem to be lining up. Oddly, some pieces of the puzzle appeared before the events that should have created them. Others have dropped in by accident, as if the universe was adding its own hand to the design.

I can’t tell if I am causing these things to happen or if I’m simply moving with a current larger than myself. Either way, it feels charged with possibility, and I find myself leaning into it.

I don’t yet know the destination of this chapter, or even if it will be reached. But the sense of momentum is unmistakable, and I can feel the road opening ahead.

The journey has begun.