I have a tendency to hold on to the things I love a little too long, sometimes until they aren't even something I really love anymore. I will keep a white knuckle grip on the memory of when the thing that I loved was still something that made me happy and benefitted my life. For a long time, I convinced myself that keeping that grip was good for me. Why would I want to move on from something I loved, even if it wasn't ideal anymore? I've learned recently that, in most cases,