Recently, my sister Molly moved back in town. She originally lived in Tucson and remained there after graduating in 2008 with her dual bachelor's in Psychology and French. Geico was hiring in their main department in the college town, and her goal of becoming a psychologist based in France (love that crazy bitch) slowly waned.
During that period, she was engaged to a good guy, whom she eventually moved on from because she just knew that she was too young, too inexperienced, and didn't really respect him 100 percent.
So she broke up with him, moved out of their shared apartment, and remained at Geico. There she dated a few people, meeting almost every in-between boyfriend at her company. She climbed up the ladder in HR (not because of dating people in the company... at least I hope not) and found her career niche.
But she hated the town. The situations she found herself in with relationships. And then started hating herself.
After dealing with two relationships on-and-off (one who was still into his ex-wife and one who was recently engaged), she decided to stop being toyed around with these guys and allowing her emotions to control her, and move to Phoenix. Yup, out of nowhere--with no career prospect--she up and left.
Some would call this crazy--to replant your life without a career, living, and total monetary plan, but I find it incredibly admirable. The day after she put in her two weeks at Geico, something even crazier happen...
The next day, Molly received a phone call from American Express for a job interview in which she had applied to the day she quit. Not only did Molly end up with the job at AMEX, but she also gets paid much more than her previous career, enjoys it more than Geico, and gets to use her French skills in the her department.
Even better, during that time, my friend had received a job in San Diego and needed someone to sublease her apartment. Molly stepped in during that time to take a super stylish apartment in a very neat area in Phoenix.
Some would say it was... meant to freaking be.
And I believe that. I really do.
If you move on with your life, then life opens up for you.
On my way to work this morning, I was driving north on the 51 and who do I see but my sister, Molly, driving down the road with me. We end up having a honking contest--probably annoying people around us--and then drive our separate ways. But I have to say: It's so good to have one of my favorite people back in town, figuring things out, and moving on with her life.
It's so easy to let people and memories hold you back--especially when you don't realize that you're doing it. A picture of someone you loved could still be on bookshelf, even if you don't chat with that person anymore, it only drags you down because you're subconsciously or consciously holding onto memories that aren't very real. They're revolved around feelings that may, but most likely aren't, accurate. I know that sounds harsh, but I do believe feelings to be fickle and sometimes unreliable.
I'm saying this because I recently received a LinkedIn message from an ex-boyfriend. I am far from one of those super mature adults who are friends with their exes. I say be done with a relationship
(from experience) and never look back.
This ex wanted me to edit something for him and give him information because my field was in publishing and media.
After digesting the weirdness of the entire situation, it made me feel very sorry for this guy's incapability to move on. Not to say that he can't move on from me--he probably has and had good intentions to reconnect--but to just let whatever remains, false feelings, and thoughts of our relationship completely go. Because they, our relationship and memories, are no longer really there.
Then, I really believe that will make him--like it did with Molly--a much happier person because then the right things, situations, and people will open up.
This doesn't necessarily have to be with relationships. I seem to let every comment digest and tend to over-analyze it when I just simply move on. Because in the end, moving on gives you courage, confidence, and a chance for you to be blatantly awesome.
Now, go: move on.
What is something you hold onto that you wish you could just let go?