“Let’s move on.”

Thank you, Thomas Peisker, you wiser-than-your-eighteen-years young man.

My family was locked into a dog-chasing-its-tail conversation on Sunday when my nephew said my new favorite three words:

“Let’s move on.”

Isn’t that terrific advice?

Yes, the American Olympic uniforms were made in China, and that sucks, but is it worth beating your Facebook drum over and over and over again? Am I not supposed to enjoy the Olympics, or life as we know it, for that matter?

Let’s move on.

Yes, Mitt Romney or President Obama or [insert politician or 1% agenda item or 99% agenda item here] made you mad, but should you spend an hour researching it today on the web and then getting onto Facebook and stating your case, then getting onto nine blogs and re-stating the case?

Should you let it misdirect you from doing your work that matters?

Let’s move on.

Should you hunker down inside your business and hope things go back to the way they were?

Should you bring the whole office down because the old boss was way better than the new boss?

Can we just agree that everyone’s to blame and no one’s at fault? Or that no one’s to blame and everyone’s at fault?

Can we stop expecting the good ole’ days to return?

Let’s move on.

What’s your work that matters? What’s the next step? What are you waiting for?

I’m not saying it’s not our responsibility as citizens to do our best to be part of an informed electorate. I’m not saying your old boss wasn’t better than your new boss.

I’m just saying it’s not your job to inform me if you have other things you should be doing.

And I’m betting you do. And I’m betting I do, too.

So, take a breath. Your face is purple, for heaven’s sake.

And let’s move on.

There are two primary choices in life: to accept conditions as they exist, or accept the responsibility for changing them. – Denis Waitley (Hat tip to Ashley Green!)