Holding onto keys.
Stories don't end just because a chapter's been read.
Sooo…I’m transferring my former campaigns from Mailchimp, but since there is no way to transfer only a few (and not every campaign I’ve ever sent from any mailing list, of which I have a few), I’m manually adding in my favs. For reference: this is from May 2021 :)
Two weeks ago, I finally turned in the keys to our old studio apartment. Keys I should have turned in weeks ago. We had a month’s worth of a lease overlap and so I held on because...well, because.
Because I have a tough time letting go.
Because I struggle moving on from things that are great.
Because I thought maybe if I could hold on a little longer I could preserve all the goodness that was brought to life in those minimal square feet. As if that goodness was fleeting.
For those new here: my husband, pup and I spent all of 2020 in a 470 sq ft box in the Manhattan sky (aka studio apartment). And then two years before that. I was so skeptical this would work and thought it would be a relationship disaster. But Jeremy insisted, and he’s got a great track record (he’d found our last two apartments before this, both of which I adored), so I figured I’d humor him and stick it out a year.
But joke’s on me, because not only did it become my favorite apartment I’ve ever lived in, but it was the place our relationship has grown/thrived the most. And that’s mostly because it’s where WE have grown/thrived the most.
And I think that by holding onto the keys, I’ve been harboring some fear that maybe we’ll go backwards.
This has shown up in other aspects of my life, too. Avoiding anywhere that requires a substantial subway trip, out of fear I’ll get back into a routine of over-scheduling myself.
What I’ve learned I need to learn, over and over and over again, is that stories don't end just because a chapter's been read.
Every event I’m going to be doing for quite some time will be centered, in some way, around creating YOUR New Normal. A New Normal that isn’t just soul-filling, but actually sustainable. Moving forward into it fearlessly, with your fear less than your faith. Where you’re not clinging desperately to what was out of fear of what could be.
There is no “back to normal” because there is no “back to” anything.
It’s all about creating what’s next, and next, and next. As the saying goes, “Anything that’s meant to be yours cannot be taken away.” And also, as the saying goes, “Don’t look back; you’re not going that way.”
As for our apartment? We’ve got 1 year in this new home of ours, then onto (hopefully) a more long-term place to nest. I’m beginning to embrace the idea that all the transformation that’s transpired for me over the last year-plus is now a part of me. My surroundings might change, my days might look different, but what’s mine is mine for keeps.
And, there’s so much good ahead.
I don’t want to spend this next year so busy longing for a chapter I’ve already read that I miss the one unfolding in front of me right now.
And so. Onward ✨