At some point in your life, you’re not going to know what you’re doing. And that is OK.
At some point in your life, you’re going to be asked to do something that is outside of your comfort zone. And that is OK. (Wait. Maybe I should expand and lecture about birds, bees, and pornography laws… But I hope you know what I am going for here)
At some point in your life, you’re going to fail so badly at something. It’s going to be embarrassing. You’ll be reminded of it more than you’d like to. And you’ll get over it. And that is OK.
At some point in your life, you’re going to know disappointment. You’ll know heartache. You’ll know trouble.
The people who once were your biggest cheerleaders may turn into the ones who betray with the most viciousness. After all, who knows us better than the ones who are closest? But all of that is OK. In the end, it matters who stays. Not who goes, and not how they left. Who stayed?
At some point, you’ll need to call on the ones for comfort. The ones who stayed. The ones who supported, who lifted you up and who said you could do it. They may not have had pom-poms and fanfare and a marching band, but they were with you all along. We can be cheerleaders without making a ruckus. That is OK.
At some point it will be up to us who stays and who goes. We’ll make that decision with quiet torment. Guilt will eat us alive, especially in the case of toxic relationships. We may second-guess our decision, like in the movies where the romantic interest walks away and they look back one last time.
At that point, don’t look back.
At some point, we make a clean start. We make a new life. We leave the old one behind, like a shell or a ratty snake skin.
At some point, we take the responsibility for what happens in our lives. US. We do it.
And not only is it OK, it’s pretty fucking incredible.