I’m struggling with a decision here, kids. Don’t want to bore you with too much detail, but I’ve got something in my life right now that I’m really wrestling with.
As you go through life, the thing that once seemed perfect and irreplaceable becomes, with time and maturity, a little less valuable. I mean, as it turns out, I’m glad I didn’t marry Donny Osmond. (Sorry, Donny! One day I just realized I couldn’t respect a man with purple socks.)
Now, I don’t like to be a quitter. When I sign on for something, I’m in it for the long haul. After all, The Lord of the Far Junior College and I have been married 28 years!
But when something becomes more of a drain than you can support, when the joy is gone and the very thought of it fills you with dread, is it ok to jettison old baggage? If something that began as a helpful relationship turns toxic and sucks the happiness and creativity out of your life, should you kiss and say goodbye?
(No, sweetheart! Not you – a different, non-family type relationship. I’ll tell you later.)
So all week, I’ve been walking around humming Kenny Rogers’ THE GAMBLER. My question is, is it time to hold ’em or fold ’em? Should I walk away – or should I run?