The Art of Moving On

 Nothing lasts forever. Some things don’t last at all.

I finally put a lopsided relationship in my pile of lessons learned. It’s kind of a junk heap, so it might be time to put my organizational skills to use. Do I organize by date? Subject? Cross-referenced to both? It’ll take some time. For now, I’ll just lick my wounds and retreat for a bit.

Life is so full of lessons! I applaud growth, even if it comes with growing pains. We’re all in Life School, and sometimes the tests are more personal than I’d like. But here’s the thing: following each test is more clarity. What parts did I get right? Which parts did I mess up on? What did I learn about myself, and how can I make necessary changes?

It’s a mighty continuum, this gift of being human—sometimes filled with giddy joyfulness, sometimes heavy and dark and challenging.  But then, nothing lasts forever.

Today I’m grateful for that fact. I’m glad that the yin/yang of life is a constant flow, and that in it all, I am wholly whole, worthy, and just where I need to be right now.