My writing grows clearer with each passing day.

My writing grows clearer with each passing day. My mind stays alert, attuned to the quiet messages the universe sends my way. I catch them in the words on billboards, in conversations overheard, in the voices of others that somehow find their way into my thoughts.

I strive to be a messenger of good. Some days I strike the nail squarely on the head; other days I question what I’m doing at all. Still, I write—to become a better version of myself. I want to be a small but living example of how change is possible.

I often think of the boy on the beach, tossing starfish back into the sea, one at a time. I, too, am saving just one at a time—beginning with myself. I am the first of those starfish. Yes, I am in need of saving, and this is how my journey has begun.

When will yours begin?