Let It Go

Do you know that weird kid in white people movies who had the pet that they loved so much, they carried it EVERYWHERE and then one day they wake up and it's dead because they smothered it in their sleep? You do? Well, you are almost as weird as I am... I digress.

The thing that that weird kid taught me is that sometimes we need to allow things to breathe. You see, I am a control freak, and what this means is that I tend to panic whenever things are not going according to my carefully thought out plans. This causes me to force things, to not allow some ideas of mine die a natural death.

The more I grow, the more I accept that some things are not meant to be, and not in the lazy man's cop-out way of avoiding responsibility. I have come to accept that sometimes, plans will spiral out of control and I have no way of stopping it. I have realized that no matter how hard I try to hold on to some people, they will leave my life, and even though it may hurt, that's life. Life hurts.

I spent the first half of this focusing on me so that you won't get mad when I turn this on you and tell you the bitter truth.

Hey you! Yes, you in that relationship with that lady who never calls, that guy who never listens; you spending all your time hoping that they will change and not realizing that these are big red flags and you need to run. Wake up, you! You are worth more than people who don't care enough about you to spend time with you.

And don't think I've forgotten all about you, Mr 5 year plan, Miss "everything will work out exactly as I have it written down on my vision board". Life may have some nasty surprises just around the corner and you may not be prepared for them. This doesn't mean don't plan. This means don't hold on too tight to these ideals. Be flexible, roll with the punches, be ready for life to whack you in the face.

Right now I want you to do a little bit of introspecting. For 5 minutes, I want you to think about all those things that you are forcing - that friendship, that job with the terrible boss and crap pay, that life path that everything is working against. Are these things really important? Are they worth the struggle? If your answer to these questions is yes, then I am happy for you. Keep on keeping on and one day, everything will work out. But if your answer is no, then I think you already know what to do.

Let. It. Go.

Peace Out.