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Restarting

I used to hate the feeling of forced restarts. They kind of always sucked. Usually it was a broken heart, or massive disappointment.

This time, it was a choice. I chose to restart my life. That's okay. Sometimes things don't work out, and sometimes people let us down. That's okay too. It's their choice just as much as it's yours. Restarting doesn't have to be scary, crazy, or life changing. It can be as simple as every day telling yourself that you are okay, you are worth something, and you deserve love.

Each day is a chance for us to restart and reevaluate our lives. This world has made it so we need to check all these little boxes in order to be a "real adults" (barf) HOW LAME IS THAT. Let me tell you, I'm so done living a life dictated by people who have no interest in me other than money.

If you don't want to go to school, don't. 
If you can't fathom the idea of children, don't have them. 
If you want a love that lasts, work for it. 
If something isn't working, end it. 
If travel is what you want, travel. 
Find people to pay you money for doing what you LOVE to do. 

Whatever you dare to dream, do it. Stop letting excuses like "I'm an adult" get in the way. Because, news flash, once you are 18, you are an "adult" for the rest of your life. Do you really want the rest of your life to be lame, and meaningless, but at least you have a big house? If you do, GREAT! Do it, but stop telling the rest of us that we have to be like that. We don't. We each have our own paths, and our own inner desires. Chase them. Have the courage to boldly go after what your heart wants.

For me, sometimes it fails, utterly, and completely, and  it blows up in my face. Let me tell you, that feeling; it sucks. But it would suck more to live a life not true to what I want and even more so, what I deserve. I laid it all out there, and it all came crashing down around me. So now, I get the exciting chance to restart.

Exciting chance. Let it be exciting.

Restarting takes just as much courage, and it's painful when you have to let go of an old restart,  But without it, how would you  know what you're made of and what you want in this life. Right now I can say that without a doubt, I'm excited for where my restart is taking me.

So here's my advice for anyone who is restarting as well. 


Know you aren't alone. Many of us do this every day, and some of us have the big ones happening right now as well. 

Take it one day at a time. It's okay to allow your mentality to change.

It's okay to be a little angry. Change, disappointment and heartbreak, are never perfectly pleasant but don't allow that anger to stop, or force your restart. Take your life in your hands, and do what sets your soul on fire. 

You should wake up excited every single day. No matter how painful the night was before. 


Restarting


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