When we start our journey into our new happy future, you may be surprised to find that old sneaky devil called your past following you around. Your past can delight you or haunt you, but no matter what you can never go home again. To ensure a happy future you have to say good-bye to your past for good.
The good past we're going to call memories and for today, they're safe. The bad stuff in your past, old lovers, ex-anything, failed aspirations and thwarted dreams are like chains attached to giant lead balls around your ankles.
One of the tricks to help ensure your happiness is to realize that every day you wake up, a new dose of the past from yesterday is still lying on the bedroom floor. The check you forgot to mail, the cookies you didn't bake, the prescription you needed but didn't get, everything on your to do list that didn't get done. That is your past.
So one important step to take is to finish each day off before you go to bed. Any leftovers from the day become the starters for tomorrow. They no longer linger, they move to the head of the class. So you end the concept of being behind and replace it with being ahead.
The next important step is to remove the past from your present. We all have triggers that pull us back to the past, for good or bad. It's just the way it is, so don't judge it, you'll use up way too much energy. Look around and see if you can spot the past. If you can date when you received something, see where it takes you. If it doesn't make you happy, it needs to move on to a new life some where else. Be brutual. Be quick. Most of all be thorough.
If you have some past you need to deal with, just not today, then schedule it in your calendar, just like you would a doctor's appointment. On that day, clean up what you can and schedule the rest. Anything that pulls you back to another time has to go. I remember I had a beautiful sterling silver jewelry box
that was given to me by a young man I was hoping would be the one when I was 19 years old. He gave it to me at the train station in Philadelphia where he told me between trains, mine coming to him, his going away, that I was not the one. It broke my heart and I brought that stupid jewelry box with me every where I lived for the next 30 years.
A daily reminder that I was not enough, or good enough. A reminder I didn't recognize of course, but still there none-the-less. Until I realized, as I threw that silver box away, that I was more than enough, I was a Diva. The Light of the Divine, good enough for anyone, but most of all, good enough for me. And that my dear Diva, is the only one who counts. Same goes for you. Now, get going.