I used to hate them. My octopus arms suctioned around the leaving object and fought for dear life. Bloodied and exhausted, I found the letting go a torturous bloodletting.
Life is full of losses.
Today, I see endings as an open door. I feared job loss my entire life. I believed that financial security would save me from utter despair. As a young woman I became whoever and whatever my company wanted me to be. It didn’t matter if I wanted the role or if I had a totally different vision of what it should be. I threw myself into following someone else’s expectations. I was a blank slate upon which you could create. No wonder I hated losing something. It was my identity. You were my identity. What was I to do next?
I lost a job last year. I walked into the room with my current boss and an HR representative, and I found myself unafraid. The job didn’t work for me. I had brought myself to this one. I had my own vision. I knew what I wanted, and this wasn’t it. I told her it was a good decision, and I was happy for the opportunity to move on. I knew it had nothing to do with me. After gathering my belongings, I walked out the front door. I was shocked to feel nothing but relief. I didn’t know what would happen, but I knew I would be okay.
Life teaches us to let go. We let go of people, dreams, our youth and finally even our life. Even death is not an ending. It’s merely a transition.