letting go

As we’ve arrived at a new year, and for many, a proposed “fresh start” (new year, new me, right?), I felt it was only apropos to share a post on how to truly move on. I’m writing this for anyone who has something they want to move forward from, whether it be a relationship (friendship or romantic), a bad job, or just a bad mental place they want to shake themselves out of.

The problem in this day and age is that letting go and moving on from anything isn’t as hard and fast as it used to be. Things don’t just disappear when they no longer serve you, but instead relocate to the recently deleted folder, to the archives, or to the stranger side of a friend request. No, moving forward from something takes a little more now. I decided to reiterate the mindset I talked about here, which I used to get over my loss from my break-in earlier this year, and hope these tips are helpful in general for growing forward/upward/outward.

letting go

Tips for moving forward:

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I’d been struggling trying to find the words to express why I’ve been missing for the last month, and part of it’s been because I always want my blog to stay honest and true to myself, and for it to truly reflect what’s happening in my life. I struggled so hard that I actually tried to make a video for you guys, because I thought it’d be easier! Joke’s on me though, most of my videos ended up with screen grabs like this because I couldn’t take myself seriously (how do youtubers DO that??):

sage awaysage away

I know I could’ve posted recipes and DIYs as if nothing happened, but it wouldn’t have been real if I skipped over the important parts, ya know? In reality, a week after my NYC mishap, someone broke into my apartment by crawling through my window and robbed me. Frankly, it messed me up a bit. Not only did I lose my laptop with irreplaceable pictures, I lost my sense of security in a place that was once my own. I’ve definitely developed some sort of anxiety as well where every unfamiliar creak sends me spiraling into a panic that someone who doesn’t belong is trying to get in, and I can’t sleep unless I’ve triple checked my doors (and even then, it’s not always the soundest).

Within the mess of trying to find the proper words to share everything with you all, this past Saturday I realized: despite this being one of the most trying times I’ve dealt with, I haven’t had a drink in one month. View Post