Or, I think so anyhow.
True, there are some natural and exciting “rites of passage” built into our lives that help us on our way—graduations, marriages and births. But also some not so enjoyable that leave us with no other choice—like the passing of a loved one or a relationship’s abrupt end.
Sometimes it’s clear the need to move onward and sometimes not. But almost always, it’s hard.
So, so hard.
Why? Because moving on also means leaving something or someone, behind. And that’s not just hard—it can be sad and scary.
Adulthood sheds its carefree child, a baby turns two into three, and no matter how sincere the promise is between lovers to remain friends, the relationship has changed without revocation.
Yet, we often try to hold on while still trying to moving forward—only to find ourselves in a holding pattern that moves in neither direction. Stuck.
My teacher has a saying in the practice room (besides “No!”)…Onward! he directs.
Your work here is done—move on. Finish this posture so you can tackle the next.
He says to me: Peg, you have what you need to work forward. It’s time.
Because here’s the thing…nothing and no one actually leaves us as much as makes us. Every experience and relationship up until now has prepared us by making us stronger, wiser, kinder and most of all—ready.
Goodbyes are sad—and the newness of the road ahead is not bereft of risks and challenges of its own.
But it’s going to be okay; besides, it’s time.
So, in the words of my teacher…Onward!
Let one chapter close so a new one can begin and allow yourself to grow into what’s next —knowing you’ll always carry with you the best of what was.
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Ed: Bryonie Wise
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