It seems like life is simply a series of beginnings and endings.
Stops and starts.
Forks in the road that lead us one direction and then take us anew into a different time and space.
But man, goodbyes are hard...at least for me.
And even when I know that its the right thing to do because I've worn out my welcome or outgrown my current situation or ultimately, I need to pony up and put my big girl pants on....saying goodbye (even to a set of dysfunctional circumstances) can be debilitating.
Why? Because we tend to remember only the good and assume that what lies on the other side of the proverbial white fence is worse. And it's fair to say that the devil you know is better than the devil you don't.
But re-charting one's course is essential....mandatory...required, if you're being honest with your life and what you believe your purpose is on this earth, you must redirect where you need to go.
Preparing for the fall, I've been contemplative...thinking about what needs to go and what needs to stay. What brings me joy and what depletes me. When I'm alone and all pretenses are off, I know exactly what that thing is. Now, I just need to be brave enough to say goodbye.
So that metaphorically and somewhat clicheishly, I can say hello to that which I know to be the real me.
What or who do you need to say goodbye to?