I was so bad at this. I’d spend all my time cursing that things had gone to crap that I’d never move on.
So often I’d find myself dwelling on the past, crying in a river of “what if’s” and complaining that the world is out to get me! When all that had happened was a season had ended—which was a good thing.
To often we try to artificially keep things going for the sake of it. We try to play it safe, persist, and keep our projects running, when in reality what we should be doing is walking away.
Sometimes though, we don’t get to choose if we walk, we get shown the door. And this can be super tough, but even more critical that we take active steps to get over it in due course.
Moving on from something does not mean we don’t take the time to grieve. We must. When we’ve lost something that’s been meaningful, we must spend some time reliving the good times and savouring those moments.
But there always comes a time when it’s time to pick ourselves up and get over it.
Deciding when that moment comes is up to you, but be assured it will come. And when it does, breathe in a new beginning and breathe out what has been left behind.