It took a solid three years to build something I was really proud of. I lived in it for another year and then I walked away from the programs and relationships I initiated and nurtured. I left knowing that someone else would be staying in my home, doing things their way, spending days with my friends. And if they really want to, they are free to tear down the infrastructures I worked so hard to create and sustain.
Moving up, no matter how exciting, is pretty damn hard.
It’s like that old show Moving Up on TLC. Logically, you know you made the right choice– but you just can’t handle the thought of someone painting your living room orange. There is so much emotion involved when it comes to your blood, sweat, and tears. It’s easy to suffer from a “fear of missing out” complex and fixate on all of this.
But hey! What about this new space?
This new, shiny, wonderful space. Where you can build and grow and nurture a new landscape. And where it will take less time because you have more practice. Where it will be better because you’ve already done some of the handiwork in your last home. You just have to let go and move your energy to where you are now.
As cliche as it sounds, if you want the grass to be greener on your side, you need to stop watering the other.