(I had started to write this yesterday, but I didn’t get home until after 1am. In my defense, it’s still Thursday on the west coast…)
Wow, it’s hard to believe that December has gone by so fast! Two more days of #reverb11 et al, and it seems like it just started yesterday.
Today’s #reverb11/#resound11 prompt comes from Jaemie over at #resound11:
Letting go can be hard. We get comfortable in our current situation. We have a tendency to repeat the same behaviors and patterns even when we know they are not in our best interest. Sometimes we hold on to relationships, dreams, feelings, or stuff just because we can’t let go.
But letting go sometimes is what we need to do.
What did you let go of in 2011? What was the experience like? How is your life different today? Do you ever regret it?
If not, is there something that you need to let go of in 2012? What scares you about that possibility? What situation do you need to create for that to happen?
The majority of the last three and a half years, I would like to erase from my memory. One of my biggest mistakes in life (aside from my previous marriages) was moving back to Indiana.
Granted, there were a few good things that came out of being here. One, I wouldn’t have met and married Mr. Fox (although we’re convinced that we would have been brought together even if I didn’t come here, as we discovered we may have crossed paths before), and I wouldn’t have reconnected with an old friend from high school.
Unfortunately though, my time here in Indy has been filled with as much upset, if not more, than my time spent in Arizona. Which, previously, had been my other biggest mistake. I’ve been let down more times than I can count. I’ve been chewed up by people close to me that had no right to do so. I’ve lost friends over the stupidest things (though I suppose they were never friends to begin with). I’ve had my share of unsavory people enter and exit my life. I’ve put up with a bunch of crap.
A lot of my Indiana friends give me crap about my dislike for being here. Well, yeah, I hate it. I’m sorry if that offends people, especially those who have been there all their life. I am most definitely *not* a Hoosier. I may have lived here for a few years, but I absolutely don’t belong here.
I am Jersey born and Philly phlavored. And I can’t WAIT to let Indiana go. It shall be a painless break up.