This is my beginning.
This is where I find my place.
Where I belong.
Everything could go wrong.
It’s 2+2, the first step.
It’s the unboxing of a package,
the opening of a book,
the birth of a child,
the start of an infection.
Trying something new,
it’s never easy.
Scared at first but relieved in the end.
What will everyone think of you.
Will you be the “Nerd” or the “Popular”,
the “Shy” or the “Class Clown”.
Like putting the keys in your first car.
One decision could change everything.

This is the middle.
I am like the middle child.
I have visioned my place.
The “Oooh I get it now” stage.
The part where you realize that you are far from the beginning,
and far from the end.

Halftime.
The play date phase.
The innocent kid phase.
The no report card phase.
You know who you are,
deep down inside you know.
The waiting period.
What is bound to still happen?
The 50% of battery left.

This is it,
the end.
This is where I know my place.
The end of a book series.
The farewell.
The stage where you know where you stand in the community.
The stage where people stereotype you with who you hang out with,
the “Jocks” the “Nerds” the “Gamers” the “Loners”.
But do they really know who you are?
Maybe it shouldn’t be the end.
The final report card.
The double-digit phase.
The graduation.
The end of my infection.
The closing of a store.
All of your hard work and dedication has come to an end.
Next year you will be trying something new again.
The falling of leaves.
The sunset.
The end of an era.