My favorite sentence and the hardest advice for me to follow.
I cannot tell you how many times I've tried.
I cannot tell you how many times I thought I learned my lesson and was ready to move on.
Maybe this time is the end, or maybe not.
Often times, I get caught up in ridiculous hopes and go over perfect memories again and again and again.
I'll "allow" myself to feel bad for a day... then that day turns into a week which turns into two weeks and eventually the knot in my heart reaches Gordian sizes and I feel like all progress has been lost.
Honestly, the only way to truly let it go is to turn to the Savior.
As many times as it takes.
As many times as you forget.
He'll be there every time.
But for me, letting go takes extreme discipline.
I cannot listen to remotely sad or reminiscent music.
(This cuts out basically almost every female singer I listen to. Sara Bareilles, Ingrid Michelson, Christina Perri)
I cannot open my old journals.
I cannot look at pictures on facebook.
I cannot tell every story I want to.
Honestly, this discipline makes me so much happier. Truly. You want to be full of joy? Turn to the Lord. Not once, not every little while, but always.
It takes work.
It's easy to give up and daydream again.
But letting go means taking control.
Read that sentence again.
Letting go means taking control.
Taking control means growing up.
Growing up (contrary to popular belief) means finding greater joy.
Happiness happens inside of you.
It's not always getting what you want, and it's not waiting for a little bit and then getting what you want.
Happiness is when what you have is what you want, because you know it's what you need.
Take control of your human heart. Let it go. Turn to the Lord. Find true joy.
It's well worth the discipline.
Once you've truly moved on, you can pull out that Taylor Swift CD again. You can think of your stories and laugh instead of wanting to relive them. That's when you know you've truly let it go.