My Life has a Reset Button

I spent the last week moving out of my one bedroom apartment and moving back into my room parents’ place. This is totally is not where 10 year old Marissa thought she would be at age 29.

The details of this story are not important, it’s the moral that counts.

I don’t know how else to explain it other than my life’s reset button has been pressed. It’s like restarting a computer. Or at least that is how I have chosen to look at it.

Don’t get me wrong, I have spent time reflecting on the choices I made that got me here. This didn’t happen to me, I had a hand in it. Everything that has happened in the past has gotten me to this point. At the same time, everything that has happened in the past serves as a textbook to learn from for the future. I am very thankful for my past. I won’t lie and say that feelings of woe haven’t crept in from time to time- I’m human. However, I have decided not to sit there and dwell on it. What purpose does that serve? How is that going to move me forward?

Life has given me an opportunity to start over. As I sit here, thinking about what to do next (along with unpacking the tremendous amounts of stuff I have brought back to this house – thanks mom and dad for letting me take over the basement and garage) one phrase keeps repeating in my mind:

Carpe Diem.

Life is a gift. I choose to live it as such.