Started the month of love by paying the price of what it means to love, having to say farewell to a thirteen-year-long friendship. That little furry four-legged friend planted the seed of my belief in old folktales. Got him so we could see if he could help my asthma, and he did. Losing a pet that was there for the second part of my childhood is difficult, not just for the loss of the pet but for pieces of childhood becoming memories. A thing that we all have to go through no matter how hard we try to avoid it; nevertheless, life goes on. Last February, I wrote about being present and accepting change; this is yet another reminder to do just that.
As I sit in the first warm sun of the year, and with the light shining longer in the evenings, the rebirth time of the year is approaching. With that, I found myself planning for the coming spring and summer months, and I stopped myself. Overplanning is a sign that your focus is on the future; that is not bad; however, like everything else, too much is unhealthy. Not only because our futures are not set in stone, but also it takes time and energy off of what is right in front of us.
The same can be said for those willing to put their focus and energy on the past. To live in the past is to live a life of regret. Sure, it has its uses in reminding us of the lessons we learned. As nice as it would be, we can’t go back and change anything we did, said, or did not say. Accept it, learn from it, and keep moving forward, focusing solely not on the path we are on, but instead on each of the steps we take along it.
Let us all embrace this unexpected journey, conquer the battles ahead, and enjoy it while we still can.
Peyton.
