There are moments in life when you are walking down the street and your whole world turns on its head in a heartbeat.
It’s happened to me, more times than I care to recall, in more ways than I wish to tell you.
But it happens. You are walking down a street and something comes and smacks you in the face (literally and/or metaphorically) and nothing is the same again.
Some will tell you to move on, to stay the same, to become something else, to look at the positive, to find the lessons straight away. Others will encourage you to sit with your pain, to face your grief, to listen or speak or yell it all out at the top of your lungs.
Maybe some of this will be exactly what you need to do.
Maybe none of it will be.
And if life smacked them in the face in the exact same way on the exact same day, if their lives had been turned upside down, then maybe that’s what they would need to do, for them.
But the truth is nobody can prepare you for moments like this, not fully, and nobody can tell you exactly what you need to do thereafter, because nobody, nobody, will have experienced life, or that life-changing moment, in the exact same way you did.
And even if they did, it’s not their life, it’s yours. You get to decide how you move forward, or backwards, or stand still, or sit down, or run around screaming, or crying, or laughing, or… whatever you need/choose to do.
There’s no roadmap here. If there was, maybe you wouldn’t have walked down that street on that cold Monday evening in the first place, or maybe you would have, and maybe you’ll never know.
But know this – you get to decide how you react (or not) when life turns into something you don’t recognise anymore.
You get to decide how you live your life.