They say you can’t move on without letting go. Who are THEY and how do THEY know these things? When I hear expressions like that, I always get a mental image of a vast table with these wise and wonderful people sitting around it in their long, dark robes and coming up with all these little gems.
I, like most people, carry around a lot of baggage from the past–some pretty bad, I admit, but some pretty darn good stuff too. So when we let go, do we say goodbye to the good along with the bad? Aren’t they kind of intertwined? Without the bad, can we truly appreciate the good?
I don’t know the answers, but there’s one thing on which I do concur. You can’t wallow in past bad stuff. If you do, you will never do anything but that. When I was twenty-one, I lost my dad, then a few years ago I lost both a brother and my mom. I still grieve for them. I don’t wallow in it, but I did for a while. I ranted, I cursed, I cried…I was so angry and frustrated. I hurt and I felt helpless. Have I let go? I honestly don’t think I have. I still get angry, I still cry at the oddest of times.
How do you let go of those emotions that burrow so deep inside they seem to become a part of your soul? Can you? And should you? A friend of mine told me to pray. I did and do. And yes, God gave me the courage to live with these emotions, but they are still there lurking in the corners.
Have I moved on? What does that mean exactly? I work, I play, I nuture my family, I laugh–is that moving on? I believe it is.