leaving

Knowing when to leave takes courage.

Like turn your back and walk away. Like in a breakup. Like in divorce. As in “goodbye, Felicia.” I’ve been thinking about it today. Why is it difficult? Why, sometimes, it feels too easy. And why do I feel guilty about it? Leaving is perfectly appropriate. It is important to know when to leave. So why does it feel like giving up? And why do I find myself, on days like today…