Sometimes you just gotta stop, you know?

Everything isn’t meant to last forever and everyone isn’t supposed to be a part of our lives. I’m someone who feels bad when I have to cut off the foolishness because I feel like that’s a personal failure, that I failed in some sort of way. But that’s not the truth. Sometimes you have to just move on and it’s not anyone’s fault.

Long goodbyes. That’s not so good for me. I can always think of a lot of reasons to stick it out, so I usually talk myself into at least another few months. And then I do it again. And then it’s years later. In coming to know myself, I’m starting to realize that it’s better, for me at least, to rip the band-aid off. Stop the insanity, as Susan Powter (google that) would say. I need to go cold turkey.

I talk a good game. I’ve talked this game before. But this morning, I woke up with a puffy face and thought, “Ugh…we doing this again? This is ruining my sexy!” I won’t bore you with the details, but I will say that the bachelorette is going through a moment. Over and over again. Like Groundhog Day. And I need to give it up and turn it loose. Immediately.

But I’m hardheaded. I think I know what’s best for me, but I’m still learning who I am, so I don’t know half of what I think I do. I guess, I just need to trust my mind, because my heart is so backwards sometimes. It’s sad, but true. What you want is not always what you need and that’s a hard lesson to learn, but the sooner I do, the better off I’ll be.

I’m not going to look back. I can’t this time. Chile, look back at what? Some nice memories and a whole lot of lackluster ones? If I’d unstick my feet for just a moment, maybe I could just make some new memories. It’s time to at least give it a try. What have I got to lose?