Like most people, I struggle with transitions, particularly with endings. Most of the time, endings of books or movies do not seem too bad. They are contrived enough to sufficiently wrap up all the stray bits (though I have been known to give a loud WTF in a movie theater a time or two). But in life, endings are rarely that tidy.
In the past I have had trouble specifically with endings I have to initiate. The severing of relationships, romantic or otherwise, has never been easy. I want to see the best in people, I want to help people, I want people to like me. So it is hard to admit that sometimes it is just better to walk away. I often second guess the decision, and carry around a lot of guilt over it. Decisions to leave past jobs have also been difficult, even though I knew they were the right decisions.
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In short, sometimes endings suck. Ending mean saying goodbye to a person, place, thing, or concept. Even when you are saying goodbye to something unhealthy or damaging, it is hard. Ask any addict. But by saying goodbye, you are also saying hello. From every ending comes a beginning. And beginnings, well, I think those are pretty awesome.