The End of an Era...

I feel like often in my youth, my friends and I used the term "end of an era" to describe anything that lasted for about 3 weeks or more coming to it's usually rightful demise.  So many times in our oh so dramatic state we would mourn the ending of things that had barely begun in the first place.  Now, however, it is the end of an era. 

Era: long and distinct period of history with a particular feature or characteristic.

More than one era has come to a full circle in my life over the past few months.  I have lost two people dear to me and said goodbye to my longest and most cherished intimate relationship. 

Life has handed those close to me more than a lemon.  There were days were it felt like it might as well have been hailing watermelons, but through the storms I have realized:

Life should always be cherished, because whether you are old or young, caring or selfish, the only thing that is consistent is change.

You are stronger than you ever believed yourself to be.  When given a challenge, rise to it, overcome it, conquer it.

Life is filled with blessings.  Whether they are holding you tightly or subtly guiding you.  Surround yourself with people that love you and care for you and need you in their lives just as much as you need them.

Be grateful.  Even on the days where "everything" is going wrong and it is truly believable that the sun will not peek out from the clouds, look around you and realize that what matters is not material, or who is missing from the moment, but who you have been lucky enough to share your moments with and the experiences that have brought you to the here and now.  All of those memories shaped the person you have become, learn from them, embrace them, let them encourage you to believe there is good in the world and become the good. 

The times are changing whether we are ready or not.  I will carry with me the love and memories.