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Moving On, victoriously

Moving On, victoriously

It's been a solid two months since I've posted. Not that I have been lazy, but I've consciously been wondering how to blog about moving on after Chyna's exit from this planet.

Yet, life has certainly moved on.

The sun has risen every morning. I've never missed a meal (minus my brief stint of intermittent fasting...NEVER AGAIN). Moose has grown well past the heaviest Chyna ever was. Many friends have visited and left us memories to cherish. I even grew a year older.

Still through it all there is not a day that goes by that I don't think of that fur-ball.

"Moving on" are two words I have learned to embrace rather than fight. 

It is tough because I grew up feeling a sense of guilt for moving on. Whether it was a friendship, losing a loved one, letting go of a responsibility or just saying "No." I always felt I was doing the wrong thing. It was a sense that I wasn't feeling "bad enough" or fighting hard enough to avoid a loss.

As I've grown older, I've understood this wasn't how I was created. Life is meant to be a series of seasons, chapters and phases. 

For every thing there is a season. 

I was forced to understand there is a freedom in moving on. It makes life more worthwhile to cherish memories and life lessons rather than cling to something that is outgrowing you.

There is no shame in letting friends move on or saying "No." It is all part of life. It's taken me a few weeks of reflection to understand this is just another season and to let go in freedom is to embrace loss as another part of life. 

Cheers to adulting!  

Can You Hear Me Now?

Can You Hear Me Now?

Goodbye, Chyna Bear.

Goodbye, Chyna Bear.