I write a lot about letting go, but what about moving on? Some might say they’re one and the same, but I beg to differ. One to me symbolizes dropping things and the other, to me, symbolizes the act of finally walking away.
A new cycle has started in my life. Something inside me finally felt ready and called to move on from all the heaviness of my past, to let it all go, to quit floating and get to work. An old friend helped me get my resume together, wrote a cover letter for me and applied to three jobs to get me started on my new path. The rest was up to me.
I got a call back from the Art museum in the city I was born and raised in. I was so ecstatic. My mama took me shopping for interview clothes and she told me, “I can tell you’re serious about it this time because you’re buying new clothes just for the job.”
Then I went in for my interview. I was so nervous and when it was over they told me I was great. A week later they told me I got the job and that they loved me. A couple days later I was looking for places to live. Another friend put me through her program that gave me a whole new working wardrobe of all clothes from second hand stores.
I found a place to live and started my job in the same week. It was nerve wracking, it was exciting and it kept me on my toes because finally I am moving on in the direction of my dreams.
This experience has taught me that your friends, the ones who really care about you, they’re not always who you think it’ll be, but they want to see you succeed as much as you want to. They are going to help you and they are going to push you, but when you finally make the decision to move on, the whole universe is going to create a net when you decide to take that leap of faith.