One thing I had to learn to accept. My history is my history. I can't change my history. I can feel about it; I can grieve about it; I can examine it . . . but I can't keep rehashing it forever and move forward at the same time. At some point, I had to make the choice to leave my past where it belonged and actually make the changes in the here and now where I actually have the ability to affect change in my life.