I give you the world

There are many avenues to enter, at any age. Most believe once you check into one avenue that your life becomes like the song, "Hotel California". And 'You can never leave." So it is sung. Not so. Well, not according to my life's playbook.

In my mind, it is that you can checkout of a job, a career, a bad habit, a relationship, even a family. Or perhaps a tribal way of thinking, feeling or acting. I do believe that. As well, you CAN leave. And to reckon with that is healthy, yet it is and will be met with obstacles, some in the form of distasteful judgment, scorn, and so forth.

Changing, is not something we all ease into gracefully. Sometimes it's a rip and a tear. And not like a bandage torn off a wound. Sometimes it is likened to yanking stitches out, that most likely will leave a scar. Granted not a pleasant feeling. Actually, not may even be traumatizing to some.

So, here we are. Some leaving a relationship, some leaving a home. Some becoming empty-nesters, as some prepare to launch into a completely different world they've never known, but are drawn to. From me, as a mom there is no resistance. Why?

I'll tell you why. Because, they'll do it anyway. And if you stand in their way, when they've earned it in some fashion... You may, or rather they may not like the outcome. And who will they blame? You. Because of your ineptness to change. And at some point you'll have to realize that someone else's exit, or change is not about you. So, get out of their way. It's their path, not yours.

My husband had this saying. He said it about 38 years ago. It went something like this, "...if you love something enough, let it go. If it comes back to you, then it was meant to be. If it doesn't, well then..." Well you now the reader, I'll imagine you understand the inference.

I'm not going to say everything will be okay. No, that's a lie. I will say, people to mature need change. They need to find out what else is there besides what they've already experienced. So, at the end of the day with little warning or none at all. I'll step out of your way. I give you the world.---Jody-Lynn Reicher

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