Moving— It’s become such a routine part of our existence. When is the last time you moved with intent? Better question: When is the last time you moved on from something (or someone)? For a generation full of movers [and shakers] I’ve found it difficult as fuck to move ON. I’ve held onto
relationships situationships, business plans, friendships, clothes, and hair loooonggggggg past their due dates. Since my last situationship & the loss of my car I’ve gotten extremely comfortable with moving on from things. I’ve learned that things/people come and things/people go, they do not define you. What we view as losses are inevitably making room for gains, because life is a never ending cycle of balance. Being more intentional with my moving on makes letting go a bit easier— because control freak. There’s something a bit more settling knowing I made the decision v.s. feeling like something has been unexpectedly ripped from my life.
These are random thoughts as I tuck my things into a storage unit and prepare to travel the world for a few months— I’m moving on.