The other day, we were talking about Shades of Grey again, and how we all read through the three books, even though we hated them.
Why did we do that?
Scared to miss something, like that really dreadful party which I refused to leave even after I had an argument with someone, because I was scared that all would change as soon as I left, and then I`d regret it?
Scared not to be able to participate in the chat? Everybody, I mean, absolutely everybody, was talking about Shades of Grey. You got kudos for being further on, more “in the know”, we were egging each other on all the time, and peer pressure kept us going.
And three years on, we all went on to see the film and then complained about that.
Actually, when I think about it, I stuck with a lot of things I didn`t enjoy – because it was easy to keep doing what I was already doing, or because I didn`t want to be seen quitting. Friendships, jobs. With jobs, I suppose I was just lethargic. It didn`t really occur to me that I could just… leave if I didn`t like it any more. I was good at my job and scared to have that taken away from me when I start all over again elsewhere. And I stuck with negative friendships, because having more friends is good, isn`t it? And neither am I one of those “fairweather friends” who will leave a friend when she is having a hard time, even if this means for her to become a bit needy or otherwise annoying for a wee while. And so I stuck with the book because I was expecting it to become interesting eventually.
If I think about all the hours, months and years I wasted sticking with things which weren`t good for me… I better not.
There`s nothing wrong with letting go, as I prefer to call it. It`s making space for things I`d rather do or people I`d rather be with. It shedding baggage. And it makes letting go easier for the future, too. As you`ll be suprised how easy it is, how empowering even.