What Do Objects in the Rearview Mirror Look Like? A Perspective on Moving On

Something we all share is the experience of moving on. Whether it’s by our own choice or a decision made for us, it’s an inevitable part of life. Sometimes this process feels liberating and exciting. Other times, it can seem like one of the hardest challenges we’ll ever face.

If you’ve been keeping up with my blog, you know my work focuses on sex and relationships. But here’s the thing: the way we do one thing is often the way we do everything. So, this topic isn’t limited to romantic relationships. It applies just as much to friendships, jobs, situationships, or even casual encounters.

What comes to mind when you think about moving on? Is it a feeling of loss? A sense of liberation? Perhaps a bittersweet mix of grief and release? The truth is, there are countless ways to interpret moving on, each one deeply personal.

When I reflect on moving on, I’m often conflicted. There’s the excitement of new possibilities, but also the sadness of leaving something behind. Sometimes it’s someone or something I admire. Other times, it’s the painful realization that I’ve lost—whether it’s something I loved or a part of myself.

We are, all of us, a collection. A collection of experiences, stories, feelings, and sensations. These elements are like the instruments in an orchestra, creating the haunting, sad, and beautiful music that is our life. And like any song, every moment eventually comes to an end. This isn’t a pessimistic view—it’s a reminder of life’s transient beauty. The constant ebb and flow of life brings us knowledge and growth.  

That knowledge reassures us that bad relationships will end and difficult times will pass. At the same time, it reminds us to cherish the love we have just a little more deeply. This awareness can also enrich our intimacy and deepen our shared sexual and emotional connections.

Every person you meet has something to teach you. Every obstacle has the potential to make you stronger. That doesn’t mean it’s easy. When I look in my own rearview mirror, I’m proud. Proud of what I’ve learned. Proud of the strength I’ve discovered in myself. But let’s be real: when we’re faced with a new lesson, it’s natural to think, Haven’t I learned enough? Why does this have to hurt so much?

If that resonates with you, know that I see you. I’ve been there. Looking back in the mirror, you might see devastation, pain, and hurt. That perspective is valid. But I encourage you to also see the person who endured. Someone who is wiser and stronger for what they’ve been through. As you look back, try to send forgiveness and love—to the situation, to the people involved, and most importantly, to yourself.

In the end, what objects in the rearview mirror truly look like depends on how you choose to see them. So, look back when you need to, but don’t forget to also look forward. What’s ahead just might surprise you.