Power

When we were young, family circumstances meant we had to move around a little. At the time, this seemed to suit my personality perfectly. With a stroke of a hand, all that was done was erased, allowing a view of a life to come into focus.

Little did I know that in these moments, I was learning a life lesson that would take years to identify and amend. 

Moving became my life; it became my work; it became my everything. Any mess could be left in the wake if you were able to move fast enough and for a while, it seemed like I could.

A pattern of life that kept repeating itself, while I continued to lie to myself that all was good. I was in control, I was moving forward, not running from anything.

In many ways, this was true. My relentless drive forward allowed me to see the world in a privileged manner few experience. 

It allowed me to create incredible memories that will stay with me to the day I pass but it also allowed me to turn my back on the damage I had done, which I did, time and time again.

At a young age, I learned that moving on, moving forward, allowed you to re-invent yourself, free from past mistakes, of which there were many. I escaped almost every time, never learning the life lesson that I needed. 

A life of moving forward with little or no regard for what you left behind leaves an empty hole in your chest that can only be fulfilled if you stop moving and make peace with the only thing that matters. Yourself.

Love yourself today.

Forgive yourself today.

There will be a time to move on,

But it may not be today.