Remembering to Forget: 7 Ways to Move On

Memories replay in your head like bad news on TV. You wonder if he or she ever really loved you. Then you remind yourself that you’re trying forget all that and move on. But how? Here are tips from people who have been where you are, and are happy now:

1) Throw it out. Give that sweatshirt to Good Will. Search for every email and computer file that has to do with them, and delete them. Then don’t forget to empty your recycle bin!

2) Get out. Find some new fun and new friends in new places. In some cases, you may need to move before healing can really begin.

3) Get together with your friends. Have some honest fun in a big group, rather than trying to find a date right away

4) Let yourself cry. This doesn’t mean lock yourself up for days going through photo files. Just don’t beat yourself up for letting it hurt. This is a process, and you need time to grieve.

5) Seek support from the successful. Everyone needs to vent, but don’t ask your single friends for advice. Turn to happily married friends and relatives for the unique help they can offer.

6) Chase other dreams. Make a list of things you’ve always wanted to do. Then pick one, and go do it.

7) Say Good-bye. Get out some clean lined paper and hand-write all the things you wish you could still say. Positive and negative. Get it all out. Then step outside. Burn it over a candle, or tear it into pieces and let them fly away. Cry or pray or go for a walk. It’s over and it’s o.k.


Note: This is the first of a series. Stay tuned to read more about each of these seven ways.

The Nances are in New York!

David has graduated! How exciting! Now we are in New York living with my parents and looking for work.

Malachi, of course, is growing fast. Now he's moving round too! He puts both hands flat on the floor and pulls his whole body forward with them. Sometimes he pushes his body off the floor first as if it will help - but it usually doesn't. One step closer to crawling, though!


I am so grateful for my time serving as a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints for many reason. One reason is that I know it had made me a better wife and mother.

I am of the strong opinion that "Mommy" is the noblest job in the world for a woman. I want to stay home with Malachi but I am going to have to find something to get paid for doing while is still looking for a job and times are really tight. I feel like I should pick up writing again, even though my composition skills have become a bit rusty with disuse. If you know/hear of anyone who needs and underwriter/ghostwriter or a literary journal looking for submissions, I hope you'll let me know. We're searching and studying and praying and staying close to the Lord, though, and we have faith that he will take care of us. I don't know how people survive in this world any other way!


Go Malachi! (Now I really need to clean our room!) We love you!