1 Year Ago I Felt a Fresh Start

Alec Zaffiro
2 min readApr 22
Journal #11: April 19th, 2022 (2:43pm)

I’m in Brentwood, TN. My last week here. I remember this time last year leaving Bowling Green, KY. Similar feelings, but more confident and secure. I’m engaged. I know the job at hand. I move to Savannah, GA this Saturday. Much I want to accomplish. I think about my life. The trajectory. April is always a soft, easy month for me. It leaves me with a sense of longing. Its symbolic of a fresh start. A new beginning in many ways.

Interpretation: 🔄

I wrote this right before packing up to move south for the summer.

A year prior, I left my job as an accountant for a traveling sales role.

Initially, there was a lot of uncertainty and stress surrounding my change in work. I didn’t know what to expect.

There was no guarantee of pay or success in sales, but I hated accounting so much I was willing to take the risk.

I felt really excited to move to Savannah.

I was on the verge of a new and exciting chapter in my 2nd year of selling. I had the experience I needed, I had confidence in myself and my team.

My goal? To make 30K in 3 months.

April is always distinct.

Typically, spring is a springin’ and it creates this sense of well-being within me.

I’ll never forget one morning in April 2017..

It was my junior year of college. I was about to make a 3-hour drive back home to see my family for Easter.

I stood staring out my dorm over campus. Sun rays burst through the clouds as students passed by in shorts and T-shirts in between class.

I was alone.

I wore a light blue shirt.

Biking by Frank Ocean played in the background.

I felt an overwhelming sense of peace. Abnormally hopeful…

Something about April is surreal, like the calm before the storm.

Photo by Iewek Gnos on Unsplash

Application: ⤵️

Life is full of seasons.

When we go through patches of loneliness, depression, or withdrawal, it’s useful to remember good seasons are still to come.

Human beings are incredibly resilient.

And we have uncanny ability to bounce back, grow, and transform.

In times of strife, I reflect on this.

We are just like seasons.


Alec Zaffiro

I write to think and organize my ideas. I like psychology, philosophy, and self-improvement—em dashes are my specialty. Not an expert.*