Don’t dwell. Don’t wallow in the pain or the hurt. Don’t put your head down in sadness; put your head down into work. Put your head down and grind. Accept life as it is and go do work.
Shit happens. Don’t let it weigh you down from greatness.
I did all of this. I dwelled, I wallowed and I let YOU weigh me down. This is me saying no more. You may have hurt me and left me, I’ll always acknowledge that, but you won’t weigh me down a minute longer.
I’m refreshed and I am ready.
I’m back on my grind.
Yes, I do have scars from you. They still bleed from time to time, but blood is a reminder that I’m still living.
Even with you gone.