Walking Away

There is a certain tragic comfort, a painful reassurance, when you realize that something or someone you thought was right for you...is wrong. It’s a comfort because a question mark in life can finally (hopefully) turn into a period; but it’s still a bit sad when you come to an end of a thing. It could be a job that you invested time and hard work into, but you have to let it go because of stress or harassment. Sure, you’ll miss certain coworkers, maybe bagels on Mondays, but you have a peace, knowing your next gig will be better. It could be a long term relationship or friendship that despite best efforts on both parties, bonds are dissolved due to any number of things. There are wounds that need to heal, but there is contentment where once stood contention and freedom instead of constant friction.

In the last few months, I have found myself in both those scenarios, letting go of “sure things” in exchange for emancipation. Saying goodbye to the corporate world, definitely a move towards betterment; but when it comes to matters of the heart, there’s not always a clean break. The person left behind may be a self-centered, arrogant jerk; but then there’s that twinge inside that says “this is still an opportunity, they can change, you don’t want to end up alone, do you?” And while it’s true, I do want to end up with someone, just only the right someone.  Patience young Jedi.

So, I’ll work on myself, hang out with people I love, swerve on drama and refuse to dwell in regret or pain. Most of all, build up my faith; faith that if walking away from “sure things” is beneficial, that something better is out there...for me.