I’ve moved 30 times in my 25 years on this planet, and I’m writing this surrounded by boxes in preparation for lucky number 31. I’m forever searching for the appropriate answer to the inevitable “So where are you from?” inquiries, gauging just how elaborate my answer should be.
When your definition of home is tenuous at best, you learn a few things about starting over. And over. And over again. The ability to make a clean break, to walk away from a situation that no longer serves you, won’t go on your resume. It won’t even be something you bring up with friends, because no one like to hear that they can be left.
“You will never be completely at home again, because part of your heart always will be elsewhere. That is the price you pay for the richness of loving and knowing people in more than one place.”
When you’re always running off to the next amazing thing, or at least dreaming of it, it’s easy to forget the basics. Gratitude. Reflection. Hugging your dog. There are about a million things I need to do, so now seems like a good time to hit pause and write this instead:
Single Girl Lessons for Move #31
- Celebrate other people – and yourself. Keep a bottle of champagne around and look for reasons to open it.
- Heartbreak physically hurts. It’s horrible and I hope every human on earth gets to love someone enough to experience it.
- It’s okay to go to a bar alone. In fact, it makes a great social experiment.
- How you show up to work/spin class/that boring family function is how you show up in your life.
- Surround yourself with badass, inspirational women in real life and in the media you consume. If you need a place to start, Janne Robinson, Dee Doby, and Maxie McCoy all fit this description.
- There is nothing better than proving to yourself just how strong you are.
- In the grand scheme of your incredible life: no, it does not matter if he texts you back.
- You cannot control other people, or about 99% of situations. I suggest we all stop trying. Control how you react and your reaction will write your story.
- Acting like you don’t care is not the same as letting go.
My life is once again packed, labeled, and heading for a big fat question mark of a future – and I wouldn’t have it any other way. New people, new season, and new lessons.
Cheers to fresh starts,