How to let it go and move on.
A strong emotion that twists our stomach into knots and keeps our mind playing the same scenario over and over.
I should have…
I can’t believe I did…
We all have them; regrets. A slice of our past we look back on and desperately wish for something different.
It seems to happen more as we age, when we’re coming to terms that our lifespan is not infinite, but instead time in this world is indeed fixed.
And, we have no idea when it might end.
When we witness others’ lives cut short, we often say: ‘they were so young’. Or, if they make it to elder status before passing we say: ‘they lived a long, full life.’
I’m guessing no matter what age, they probably had regrets.
Regret can cause high anxiety if we let it, continuously questioning: am I doing the right things?
Am I wasting precious time?
Stop and just breathe.
What if you could shift to view everything that’s happened as exactly what was supposed to happen?
Not so hard when we think about the good times, maybe even challenging times.
Really painful experiences, those take us a little longer to wrap our head around.
Like this week, I learned I lost a friend in a motorcycle accident, his life cut too short. Full of vitality and laughter, he was a person who would give the shirt off his back to anyone. Crazy smartass, irreverent and yet so loving; may he rest in peace.
Made me stop to consider the deeper meaning of life, how precious our time here is, and how deeply I care about those closest to me.
You see, I was on the brink of buying a motorcycle. Had a burning desire to ride since I was 16 and this is the closest I’ve come to achieving that dream. Even went to ladies’ night at Harley Davidson only two weeks ago — the rumble of the engine kicking in that familiar fire.
But now things have changed. I am using my gift of ‘pause to check’ to hone in on what is really important in my life.
Is the thrill worth it?
Is satisfying my inner rebel enough anymore?
Or is being around for my family, my friends, my loved ones, and to fulfill my soul purpose infinitely more important?
When I stop to look back on my life, is letting this go something I will regret or will it be the smartest thing I’ve ever done?
Am I listening to the message coming down for me? (This is my 2nd friend in a month who was in a motorcycle accident).
You see, what I’m exploring is the difference between my ego’s desire and what I intuitively ‘know’ is the best course of action.
Sometimes sacrificing what you believe you want or need is necessary to achieve the very thing you’re supposed to do.
I think Michael would have wanted to go this way, albeit not this early. He chose the freedom of the road, to be a rider for more than 40 years. He knew the risks and accepted them every time he throttled up.
I respect him deeply for that.
I also know I don’t want to go that way. I’m here for a purpose and that requires me to make different choices; moving forward without regret.
I am here to touch the lives of many more people and I intend to be around to do just that.