If there is anything I wish we could talk more about it’s the in between stages of letting someone go. Because nobody lets go in an instant. You let go once. And then you let go again. And then again and again and again. You let someone go at the grocery store when their favorite soup is on sale and you don’t buy it. You let them go again you’re cleaning your bathroom and have to throw out the bottle of the body wash that smells like them. You let them go that night at the bar when you go home with somebody else or you let them go every year on the anniversary of the day you lost them. Sometimes you’re going to let someone go a thousand different times, a thousand different ways, and there is nothing pathetic or abnormal about that. You are a human. And it isn’t always as simple as making one decision and never looking back.
Moving on isn’t always about speeding enthusiastically forward so much as it’s about having one foot on the gas and the other on the brakes - releasing and accelerating in turn. You’re not a failure for getting to someplace amazing and still feeling like a part of yourself is missing once you get there. You’re not pathetic for mourning while you grow. The bad things don’t disappear in a blink of an eye and the good things don’t spring up into existence without reigning at least a tiny bit of collateral damage. It takes time for everything to even out. And it should.
- this is me letting you go. Heidi Priebe
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