Let it go

I did not know how it was going to feel to leave. I was afraid I was destined to be heartbroken. In the weeks leading up to my departure I imagined driving down the highway a sobbing mess, listening to Sam Smith on repeat with a little Adele sprinkled in for good measure. I had convinced myself I was going to regret the entire experience. 

None of this happened. Not in the slightest. I was fine. It’s funny when you stop and think about it. It was a chance meeting which turned out to be so much fun. It was also never going to be long term. I think this fact has been my safety net. I never pretended it had anywhere to go. It was always going to fit neatly into a box. For those of you who don’t know me, I have a thing for boxes. Boxes, containers, bags, and drawers. You will never catch me willingly throwing out a box. I may need it. 

It sounds ridiculously cheesy but I am learning to accept things for what they are. I am learning to have a good time in the moment. Most important, I am learning to let go of the little things. It’s really not that big of a deal. 

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