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Goodbye, My Old Friend.
Man, goodbyes are the hardest aren’t they?! Goodbyes are hard even when you know you will see the person in the coming weeks or months.
There’s something about letting go and parting ways that is excruciating, particularly if it feels premature, or one of the parties doesn't agree to it.
I have found myself having to say goodbye to a person and it has probably been one of the hardest things i have had to do.
That person is my old self.
How many times have you walked down that road?! Just how many time have you looked in the mirror and promised yourself change?
I, myself, don’t know how many times I've thought about. This one’s going to be different, i convince myself. We all get to a place where we see the need to make extraordinary change to our lives.
The kind of change that is so uncomfortable it weans us violently from what is familiar. I feel like screaming just thinking about it. Sometimes we want to stay even though staying is hurting us.
It speaks of the weirdness of human nature, i know. How could you want to stay where you are being hurt?!
What if it’s the only thing you’ve ever know and have grown comfortable it it? That is possible. That’s why people stay in abusive relationships. Ever wonder how…
