I have issues with the subject of leaving.
I wrote my husband a thank you note in his birthday card when he turned 45 thanking him for sticking around past the age my dad died.
Over the year my mom died, many–even most–of my closest friends moved away from me.
So many people I love–too many–have left the church where we once worshipped together and where we still need them.
In fact, this topic strikes such a nerve with me, I keep deleting my post and looking for a new prompt somewhere.
I do a fairly decent job of staying in an abundance rather than scarcity mindset, except for on the subject of people in my life. And there, past experience tells me I’m going to lose people, and I tend to expect the worst.
And this may go down as possibly the lamest blog post ever, but that’s really all I have to say about leaving.
I’d really rather write about staying.
[Day 44 of Ann Dee Ellis’ 8-Minute Memoir.]