PUBLISHER’S CORNER: It’s So Hard To Say Good-Bye

16 Sep

We have to say goodbye to things a lot in life.  Perhaps it started with our first day of school when we had to reluctantly say good-bye to our parent(s), or maybe it was that dreadful day we bounced over to the fish bowl to find our pet goldfish floating in an awkward position.  As we grow the good-byes get a bit more complicated.  The gleeful good-byes to shitty friends or terrible bosses liberate you a bit—making you feel like you’re walking on air.  The painful good-byes are often heavy laden with sadness and tears, broken promises and shattered hearts—but somewhere in the middle is that strange good-bye that liberates you yet hurts your heart a bit all at the same time.

This week I found myself at that place—that limbo type of good-bye, a bitter sweet one if you will.  From the trivial good-bye to my very first blackberry (after accidentally leaving it on the hood of my car and running it over ever so slightly) to the painful realization that some people you just can’t carry with you.  You never know when that limbo-good-bye may be the last when you kiss your kids off to school in the morning or when you hang up the phone after saying ‘I love you’ to whomever is on the other end.  You never know when you place your favorite coffee mug on the hood of the car—or your smartphone (I’m sensing a reoccurring theme here…are you?)—that it may be the last time you ever use it.

But there is something about that last moment, that last good-bye.  As you stand in the middle of that long stretch of ‘road’, you find yourself with a simple (yet sort of complicated) choice. Do you hang on or let go? Advice on that matter, I can’t give, but I can tell you what I do. I open my hands and release that which was never really mine to begin with.  All of these things we have in life are not ours to own. Everyone hates to hear it, but here it comes: If it was meant to be it will come back to you.  Obviously, my blackberry was meant to stick around just a bit longer (a form of the old one anyway) and perhaps the other things I am releasing from my life will stick around without my strong hold.  Either way I know in my heart that forward movement can’t (and won’t) take place until I happily wave good-bye and walk in the direction I think I should go.

I sat and cried at my television screen on September 13, 2010 as I watched a woman I never formally met cry as she started her year long journey of saying Farewell.  Perhaps Oprah had the right idea when she dubbed her last season as the “Farewell Season”.  Maybe we should all take stock of what we are gripping and make this our Farewell Season as we let it go.  Who knows, maybe our closing door will open the one we have been waiting for.

Always Love,

Sommer J


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