I’m not always good at letting go or moving on. However, that thing I used to love just doesn’t feel right anymore. It’s not sitting at the back of my mind waiting to help me unwind after a long day or sprawled out on my table pining away until I have a free second.
The hobby I used to crave isn’t my craving anymore. Here’s an open letter to my former favorite thing:
You may have noticed we’ve been drifting apart for some time now. It’s not your fault. It’s me. I’ve changed. I used to love it when we spent time together, yet now I struggle to make time for you.
You’ve moved out of my favorite spaces, and I hardly see you anymore. When I do see you, it’s because I feel guilty for leaving you alone for so long. My feelings for you just aren’t what they used to be. I used to worry about how other people would respond if I let you go, but I realized I don’t care anymore.
It’s possible the kids have come between us. They’ve taken up space that used to be yours, but I find I don’t mind at all. I enjoy having them around.
My work has also come between us. Those long work days and all the extra, after-hours expectations really put a damper on the time we spend together.
Even eating comes between us on most days. I would rather make and enjoy dinner than be with you.
Heck, let’s be honest, I feel like pretty much everything in my life is better than you at this point. And, I know, it’s time to let you go.
I’m not going to lie, there may be times I still want you. My feelings could change on a dime. And, since you’re an inanimate hobby, I know you won’t care one way or the other.
So, goodbye my former favorite hobby. I’m letting go and moving on.
I’ll probably regret packaging you up and sending you away, so I’ll just leave you to the dust for a while and see what happens. Maybe we’ll call it an open relationship?