My husband and I were at a coffee shop this morning, stealing away a rare half hour to do nothing but hang out before we headed for our favorite spin class together. Our daughter was with my parents (thank you, parents!) and despite the fact that it was negative hundred degrees outside, I was really enjoying sipping coffee, eating soda bread toast and cream cheese, and flipping through the free issue of Skirt magazine I’d found at the coffee shop. (The fact that my husband was sitting across from me didn’t hurt either:)
One of the articles in the magazine began with this quote, which I loved:
There will come a time when you believe everything is finished.
That will be the beginning.
I’m not quite sure why it appeals to me so much right now, but as they say, it spoke to me.