Leaving is often viewed as an end, when it is actually a new beginning.
Sometimes sad, having to start a new chapter with key character missing, but often it brings many new improvements, even if it takes us awhile to appreciate them.
For me, I used to think most of 'leaving' destinations. Far flung places, sad I may never get to return to them. When I first read the prompt that was what popped into my head, but it feels slightly irrelevant nowadays.
In this strange holding pattern, I've left a lot of things I took for granted. All the wonderful things I got to see and do that now are blocked from our shores.
I look forward to leaving this COVID restrictive world behind, but with that, I hope that the door, when it opens, reminds me of how lucky I am.
My kids will leave the house soon, and I hope I welcome the view into their adult lives from afar. I hope I am not too sad when I leave that part of my life. It's been the major focus of my existence for more than a third of my life. I don't get to choose when I leave, others leave me, yet my role is diminished and a new routine will begin. I can't say I'm looking forward to it, but maybe I'll be surprised by something equally rewarding that grows in its place.
I guess I need to work on my focus, and remember as Winnie-the-Pooh said "How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard".
Do you find it hard to leave? Do you see it as an end or a beginning?
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