Skeletons in Your Closet

Everyone has something in their past they’re not proud of. Maybe they’re ashamed or embarrassed. Maybe someone hurt them or they hurt someone else. Some people carry their past like a millstone around their neck. A heavy burden keeping them from being who they wish they were.

I have many skeletons in my closet.

I’ve been abused, raised in an alcoholic home, homeless, addicted. I’ve been hurt by people I trusted and loved. I’ve hurt people who loved and trusted me.

But rather than dragging this emotional baggage around for the rest of my life, I do my best to leave it where it belongs … in the past.

Each and every day you wake up is a new opportunity to start fresh. It doesn’t matter what happened twenty years ago or yesterday. The past exists only in your mind and it’s your choice if you want to let it define who you are today.

You might have been the quarterback of your high school football team. It doesn’t matter.

You were the Prom Queen. It doesn’t matter.

You were sexually abused as a child. It doesn’t matter.

You were dirt poor growing up. It doesn’t matter.

Each of these moments have shaped the person you are today. It’d be impossible for them not to have colored your life in some way. These moments build you up and they tear you down. They hurt and they’re painful. They boost your ego and give you confidence.

But they don’t define who you are in this moment. You can’t live life stuck in the past.

You aren’t the Prom Queen anymore. You aren’t a rape victim anymore.

Whether the events of your past were good or bad, you need to move on and live the life you have now. The longer you cling to the past, the longer you ignore the possibilities of today.

Our lives are a work of art.

Each day, a new stroke of color is added upon the canvas of our lives; the bright colors representing good times and the muted colors, times of struggle. As our lives play out, the picture changes; a seamless metamorphosis into the person we are today. The struggles I’ve endured throughout my life have made me who I am today. Without them, I wouldn’t be the person I am.

But the events of my past don’t define who I am. Not because they haven’t impacted me, but because I am not the same person I was one year ago … or yesterday. To define myself by what happened more than twenty years ago would be absurd.

Yet, people will try to use your past against you, especially when you’re trying to change your life for the better. They’ll try to bring you down. They’ll call you names. They’ll tell you you’re fake.

These people are wrong.

Ignore them and focus on today. What’s happened in the past doesn’t define who you are. Do whatever you want with your life and become the person you want to be.

Leave the past where it belongs … in the past.

Sometimes it has to Hurt

At some point in the past, you gave up control of your life and ended up here.

But now what?

How the hell do you change it?

After being in a relationship for many years, I couldn’t do it anymore. On the surface, our relationship was perfect. Outside looking in, no one knew I wasn’t happy. People only saw what I wanted them to see. I didn’t want anyone to know I wasn’t in love. I didn’t want to disappoint them.

So when I decided to leave, it hurt a lot of people.

My family. Her family. Friends.

It hurts to lose the people in the periphery of life; the people I’d grown to care about over time. When I heard that the children were asking why I wasn’t at Thanksgiving that year, it tore me up inside. I still think about them often and wonder how they’re doing.

It wasn’t that I didn’t care … I just wanted to be happy.

And my need to be happy … to feel love … hurt a lot of people.

It wasn’t a decision made in an instant. I’d struggled for years trying to convince myself that I could fall in love, yet it never happened. Lie as I might, love isn’t something I could force myself to do.

The pain I caused has no doubt faded, and I know now that leaving was best for everyone. I was able to find love and leaving also allowed love to find my ex. It was something she deserved that I wasn’t able to give her.

The point is, change usually means doing shit that hurts like hell.

It’s easy to fall into a routine and get comfortable. Even if things haven’t worked out quite like we thought they would … even if we aren’t happy. We just accept our situation as if we have no control over it. We allow ourselves to become powerless and afraid to change. Victims of circumstance. We convince ourselves that our dreams are too dangerous; that it’s better to just “play it safe.”

Our dreams become just dreams…

Whatever you want out of life, you have to make it happen.

Even if it hurts.

Especially if it hurts…

It’s been my experience that it’s often the things in life we’re most afraid of that are most worth doing. It still hurts to know how much I hurt so many people that I care about.

It still feels selfish to have hurt other people just so I could be happy.

But sometimes it has to hurt.

Sometimes it’s worth the pain.

Stop Trying to Control Everything

I don’t know where to begin.

I feel like I’ve been lied to my entire life.

I’ve been taught to believe I control my life. That I can become the person I want to become. That I can experience the things I want to experience. That I can live the life I want to live. Fuck who I want to fuck.

That I can control everything. All of it.

And I can.

I control my life. I control my actions and they determine the results. I can go to school and work hard to get good grades so I can find a job that pays me well. I can find the perfect girl and live in the house with the white picket fence. I control where I vacation and what experiences I have in my life.

I control everything.

So maybe I haven’t been lied to…

Maybe I’ve just been misled into believing that having that control is the best way to experience life. Control allows me to live comfortably. I’m able to craft every detail of my daily existence precisely how I want it to be. No surprises.

Control gives me comfort.

I never have to leave my comfort zone. I can view the world through my own experiences … the ones I want to have for myself. Control is comfort.

Comfort.

I never have to do anything I don’t want to. I control that.

But what am I missing out on in my life by controlling everything I do?

What if I just let go and let life lead me instead of always trying to control life?

What if I just … let go?

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Just Let Go!

Post inspired by this scene in the movie Fight Club