Today I spent a good chunk of time cleaning out the storage unit I managed to inherit after my split. Although there was some of my stuff in there, a lot of its contents were things that could be labeled as “ours”–and as I sifted through the beat up boxes of things accumulated over 8 years, my initial reaction was to be angry–angry that this was left to me to take care of, angry that I was spending my day off in the cold cleaning up another mess. But I stopped myself before I could really wallow in it, and instead shifted my thoughts to positive ones: how completing this task was helping me move forward, how it was helping to bring closure, how it was moving me closer to the next stage in my life.
Anger is such a useless emotion if you just choose to dwell in it, but if you channel it in the right way, it can become a really powerful motivator. There are many times that I forget that, and it takes me too long to remember this notion, but I’m proud to say that today was one of those days where I embraced it pretty quickly.