When is it time to say Good-Bye?

When is it time to say good-bye?

After you've been trying to fit in?

Your favourite grocery store ups and ups the prices, and all of  a sudden those walking the aisles around you are different, very different, your friends had called and called you to come with them.  They wanted you to follow them away from this new and fancy place; but they abandoned you once they realized you couldn't hear them.  Their caution. The chaos.  The love.

And now your apartment costs too much and those around you have only curated tears (as in tear apart) in their jeans, and in their shoes.   They know no other way.  But you do and you refuse to leave.

I belong here even though my one dollar has to last a day.

I belong here.

Love.

Chaos.

Caution.

They are in tandem, no one can tell me that love doesn't flirt with chaos and then caution usually puts a big old stop sign in front.  The ones in Texas have red Christmas lights around them.  If anyone can make you stop....

The glittery lights.  They can keep you interested in the notion for a while.  But usually and stupidly we keep on going.

Work can keep you interested for a while, until that very heart of yours, whose job it is really to only pump all the blood, and not feel says, darling we're tired of this rodeo.  We know you wish for bigger and better.  But you've got it good enough.  Wonderful enough and the heart doesn't STOP, and the pain of what could have been fades with each resume written.  You decide enough is enough.

And your soul reaches out from the very depths:  "Darling stop feeling like you're second class.  Stop.  You already have somewhere you belong."

And you leave your enchanted new land, because what you know is way better than what you don't.

You rip your jeans a little to widely and you yell at the full moon that "Enough is Enough.  It's okay, you're back to being you."

The moon winks with eyelashes drawn that day and says, "We'll see my baby, each of you has your own way to love."

Sandra XXOO