There’s no easy way to say this. I’m breaking up with you. For good.
Don’t worry. I won’t throw the old “It’s not you it’s me” at you. To be honest it is you and me. I know what you’re going to say: “We make such a sensible team. We play by the rules. We get things done.” I’m sorry but that isn’t going to cut it anymore.
It hasn’t been all bad. I have felt safe with you. You always make sure I don’t step out of line, make a fool of myself or rock the boat. But here’s the thing: Somewhere in the midst of all our tidy niceties I lost hold of passion.
Don’t smirk at that word. Do you know what passion means? It is when we are willing to suffer for something, to persevere for it, to throw ourselves into it regardless of knowing the outcome. That’s my definition and I know that I want to feel that again. One day at a time.
So, old friend. I will leave you with the following: You have the right to remain silent. Don’t call. Don’t write. And please don’t try and connect with me on Linkedin.
One last thing: Have you ever considered simply flying solo? I think the single-life would really suit you.
This post was inspired by The Crossroads of Should and Must by Elle Luna. I recently finished reading it and have been raving about it ever since. Do yourself a favour and get a copy today. In fact get ten. It’s the kind of book you are going to want to pass on to everyone you know, but at the same time it is so beautiful that parting with it is also kind of impossible. The image above is a snapshot of one of the lovely spreads in the book. Text and Illustrations (c) Elle Luna.