Right now, you have the ability to change—not what has happened to you, but where you go from here.
This year, I’m letting go of people, of things, of feelings, of thoughts that aren’t mine to keep. That aren’t bringing me hope. That aren’t pushing me to be a better person or inspiring me to stand after I’ve fallen down.
I’m glad you told me I was nothing because that made me want to be everything.
Starting over means you’re brave. You’re not afraid to end things. You’re not afraid to break your own heart.
I will be 28 next week, and I just moved back in with my parents. I am once again back to square one in regards to my relationships and my future, and I have no idea what to do with myself.
I will not let myself be defined by a man who walked away.
This time of year has always reminded me it is okay to shed and to walk away from what no longer serves – even if that causes uncertainty and leads to an unfathomable amount of pain.
You’ll find yourself in pushing through the thoughts of giving up before the final mile. You’ll find yourself in the mornings you get out of bed when you least feel like trying.
You wake up with a start; if you look backwards and walk, you’ll crash, don’t forget, life is a series of memories you’re trying to relive but can’t
The best thing about closing a chapter of your story is that there’s a new set of blank pages, ready and waiting for you to fill.