Breaking up with my life is not going to be as easy. Like all bad relationships, I stayed too long and I don’t want to be the bad guy. If only my life had broken up with me first, this would be so much easier. 

“It’s not you, it’s me, you have been a fine life for 50 years… it’s just not working anymore. I am so sorry but I need to move on and you need to move out.” This is not going to be an easy conversation to have, I hate being the bad guy.

I have been doing this life for 50 years. That is a lot of years of bad information, other people telling me what is best for me and years of piling so much crap on my true self I need to be on an episode of Hoarders, Buried Alive, to dig her out.

It’s hard to break up with your life with everybody watching. Many people are responsible for this relationship, they introduced me to this life, and don’t want to see the relationship end. Maybe it looks like they failed, maybe it shines a light on their own life relationship and they don’t like what they see. Change is uncomfortable for everybody but especially for those around you when you are trying to change and they are not.

Going this one alone is not an option. I need to bring in the big guns, I need reinforcements, I need dark chocolate covered salted caramels…… wait…. what?