The tiny tragedies of life

Breaking up is hard to do...but sometimes it is just so necessary.

There is power in moving on and letting things change. Times goes on and people and situations find news paths, new ways of moving forward.

Opening the windows after a long time and letting the wind blow in and shake things up a bit.

Adapting to that new environment can move us into a new exciting place where we can continue to learn and develop.

I think I have always valued continuity and been somewhat averse to change. That in itself is changing subtly for me and has been for a while. I am starting to understand the power of change and breaking free from doing things the same way just because. So often letting go can be the most powerful thing you can do.

What I often realize after the fact, is that change or a 'break-up' of sorts doesn't always need to happen because things are bad, per se, more just because it is time. There is more out there for each piece, separately.

I think people especially, end up feeling badly that things had to change, when in reality no one is at fault, no one, or nothing is wrong. It is just a bit like growing out of clothes, leaving a dream behind, seeing a larger horizon, or letting go of a few more of the training wheels. At first things may feel a bit shaky or strange, but ultimately you realize in time just how much you needed to cast off old layers and keep growing.

There is new space in letting go of that house of 20 years, that job that was so comfortable...but not challenging, that personal 'story' that explained so much... about only the past, that personal connection that... could have been great, that dream that was so exciting... from afar, that promising beginning... that led to a shallow middle, that tradition that...used to work.

Letting go of those things takes courage and confidence. They can seem so tragic. And then later you recognize the nearly poetic opportunities that 'tragedy' created and brought forth.