Bass in his face means peace see ya later*

A couple of people from my past have circled back recently. Ex friends, ex dudes, ex work peeps. In such times I work hard to remember why things ended. Why the energy  I once dedicated to the relationship was ultimately released. In most cases there was an imbalance. Too much output, not enough input or vice versa.  And then, an irrevocable break centered on pride, stubbornness or other some other toxic emotion.

But if good times were good, it can be tempting to go back down that road. Especially when the ending was amicable or uneventful. Yet the life I want for myself is one of progress. Moving ahead. Things change, you change and not everybody stays on the train with you. Sometimes they get off in a civilized manner, but other times you’ve got to boot them the F off. It isn’t necessarily the person, it’s the combo of you and the person … your issues interact like a chemistry experiment gone terribly wrong.

K  A  B  O  O  M ! ! !

Things I constantly have to work at: letting go of resentment and festering while opening up for better things to fill my life. Gotta let it move on down the river and not infect my core. It’s even ok to wave when you pass them by again later on in the journey, but only if you want.

Alright. Herein ends my cryptic musings about moving on and letting go.

* lyric to a song by A Tribe Called Quest. Bonus points for naming it.