I'm letting go of silly things I've been holding onto for years. Things that I felt "defined me" forever ago. ...Well really they don't. They're just keeping me from becoming who I'm supposed to be. Change is ok. I need to remember that. It's ok to move on in life. Letting go might even be a little liberating.
Moving on doesn't mean forgetting about people who meant so much to me, it just means seeing them in a different light, and I'm becoming more ok with that. Take that, chronic nostalgia!
Plus, I won't take pictures like this anymore!
Can you tell my mom told me to clean out my boxes I left at home?