It’s three weeks into 2015, and I’m already done reflecting. Done. Finito. Sayonara to reflection. In the last six weeks, I’ve had two very close family members pass away. Therefore, a lot of my recent time has been spent in the mental past. In memories—thinking of them, discussing them, sharing them in general (yay, social media).
And, you know what? That type of reflection is exhausting. It’s mentally draining to dwell in the past. Even if it is a normal, comforting part of the healing process.
Therefore, I’m ready to stop reflecting and start looking ahead. I’m hoping 2015 has its dancing shoes on, because I’d really like to have a good time. Because, somehow, making new memories is much less taxing than rehashing old ones.
When do you feel like you’ve hit your reflection limit? Is it situational? Or is there a point where you think your brain is just ready to move on?