I gave myself permission to begin again, as many times as I need.

November has always felt like a fresh page to me. Maybe it’s the way the year begins to wind down, maybe it’s the cooler air that invites us to breathe a little deeper, or maybe it’s just the reminder that even as the days grow shorter, there is still room for light. November whispers, “you can begin again.”

Too often we carry the weight of missed opportunities or mistakes like heavy luggage. We replay the moments we should have spoken up, taken the leap, or chosen differently. But sis, what I’ve learned is that those moments don’t cancel our story. They simply add depth to it. The beauty of grace is that it allows us to start fresh, over and over, as many times as we need.

This week, I’m beginning again. I’m giving myself permission to step into rooms without carrying yesterday’s shame. I’m allowing myself to celebrate the fact that starting over is not weakness it’s courage. And I want you to remember that too. No matter what this year has looked like for you so far, November is your invitation to turn the page. The chapter is not over.