Don’t dwell on it.

I would like  to avoid endlessly dwelling on the past—which is really only about dwelling on my hurts, embarrassments, and failures. I want to be conscious of the difference between using the past as a springboard and allowing it to weigh me down. Retelling old stories  (to others and in my own head) grants their imprint on the present; takes up too much physical, emotional, and spiritual space; and  keeps me from  what I need to do right now to create the “wild and precious life” I truly deserve.

P.S. Mom was right about this. She just went about it backwards.