Letting Go

When you move past something it isn't always easy to keep yourself from getting sucked back in. Its seems that way for me at least. Moving "on to the next one" is a metaphor for leaving one experience and allowing yourself to embrace a new one. This plan of action can resemble progress, forward momentum, a seemingly baggage-free mindset until something happens that triggers a response. A response that invokes every thought, feeling, and vulnerability you thought you conquered. It can be something as simple as a text message from an old friend, a facebook message from an ex-gf you thought you'd stopped thinking about, or even a phone call from someone you were close to briefly just checkin on you. I think the root of it all is two things. For one, you can't give people your power. If you step backwards when you've committed yourself to moving forward you've allowed yourself to be vulnerable, irrational, and emotionally invested. If someone I no longer consider relevant hits me up to talk, I need to treat them as though they're interrupting my life, figure out what they want, and get back to living my life. If I don't learn to do that I won't be able to let go of people. I'm at the point now where I feel like I just need to send out a mass message to these guys, "I think it'd be best if you no longer called or texted me." That might sound harsh. But thats okay. Harsh isn't always bad. It gets a point across and in most cases its done in the interest of the greater good.....which would be my happiness in my case. The other obvious reason behind all this is the fact that as the hip young adult I am (yes hip), I'm wayyy to interconnected with everyone. I've had the same phone number since ninth grade, the same facebook page of friends since 2006, and my cell phone has contacts in it from middle school. Thats ridiculous. I could do an entirely new post on just this topic alone, but simply put I just need to take inventory of every aspect of my life and trim the fat.