My year of writing about new beginnings is winding down. A few more days and my new writing adventure for 2012 will take shape. I'll reveal more details about this shortly. For the moment, I'm thinking about endings. The end of 2011. The end of spending too much time on things that aren't adding to the world or fulfilling my own personal purpose. Beginnings are easy to spot; endings are a bit fuzzier.

I thought my apartment building firewas an ending. Instead, it was just the start of a more authentic life. It changed everything.

I thought my father passing awaywas an ending. Instead, it was just the start of a healing path that would weave through my life and then be used to weave through the lives of others.

I thought the end of this year would signal a steep drop off in my pursuit of beginnings. Instead, it is just the start of the very beginning that my entire life has been preparing for. It's not okay yet but someday, a long time from now, it will be. And I will be a part of making it so.