For a long time I was paralyzed. My life felt amiss. That feeling where everything is just a bit off. Somewhere along the way it went from being a bit off to way off. And before long I was in a full-fledged downward spiral. The life track that I always assumed would happen was gone in an instant. Everything was broken. I was broken. My life was like a delicate vase that had been smashed on the ground. And for many years I had been painstakingly trying to piece my vase back together, wholly unsuccessful. I knew that it was time to move on, but it was so difficult. So I started reminding myself that nothing would be more horrifying than to wake up one day and realize I wasted my entire life, afraid to act. Life is going to happen with or without you, so show up, take your seat, and enjoy the ride. This is something that I would tell to a younger version of myself if I could. To accept the things that happened and to know that I always have the power to choose how I deal with them. I’ve spent so much time overthinking and over analyzing what happened, what I could have done differently, what my life would be like if my life kept on course, etc. But it’s all wasted energy. It only serves to distract me from accomplishing my goals. You only get one life, might as well make the most of it.