I leave things alot. Too much, in fact.
I leave cities. I leave friends. I leave classes. I leave jobs. I leave apartments. When it comes time to fish or cut bait, I will reliably cut bait. It’s amazing that I’ve made it as far as I have considering. I maintain a belief, or perhaps an illusion of belief, that the perfect career/apartment/city/social network/lover/what-have-you is out there somewhere.
Some things I’ll have to grow into. That’s not to say that there aren’t better and worse options from the above. But committing time to something is more important than finding the perfect (or, more accurately, “potentially perfect”) one. Chewing my fingernails trying to figure out if I got the right one means my paradigm needs some work. But I can do the work. And I will.
Pick your geological phenomenon
Funny…I have stayed in shitty jobs, apartments, relationships, you-name-it for far too long. I’m the glacier to your tsunami.
Or something like that.
Perhaps there’s a happy medium somewhere. Or maybe that’s an illusion, too.