Moving forward is a weird thing. There’s only so much room in life for people and things. When you get attached to a friend or an item, you can get kind of stuck. It’s why I clean out my closet – how am I supposed to move forward when I’m still wearing a dress that embodied who I was at 19?

But this can be trickier when it comes to people. I’ve had a lot of wonderfuls in my life since preschool – some of whom I’m still friends with today.  But a couple of times I’ve consciously moved away from a friend because, as I got older, I became acutely aware that I didn’t like who I was when I was with them. Sometimes I can love a soul with all my heart, but if I don’t like who I am with them, then maybe it’s time to move forward.

In the past, due to a lack of maturity, I thought it was my responsibility to tell my dear friend exactly why they failed me – maybe if they changed then we could stay friends. But as I’ve gotten older, Ive realized that we are all on our own paths and they’re far from straight and narrow.

Moving up to LA was probably one of the best things I’ve done. It’s enabled me to move forward and recognize who I am and what I want. The physical distance helped me create room in my life and as a result, I’ve been blessed with some fantastic new friends.

<< But so here’s the love I want to send to my old friends: I’m still here, I still have a crap ton of love for you, and I support you and whatever journey you’re on. Thank you for filling my life with so many wonderful moments and for making me feel loved for the good and the bad years. >>

And for me – I’m going to continue to thank God for all the wonderful people I find myself surrounded by. I don’t know how I can be so lucky.