Knowing when to let go

Do you know when to let go?

I found an article in Time magazine, How to Know When It’s Time to Let Go of Someone You Love.

Experts explain the signs that indicate it may be time to let go of a relationship.

But it totally applies to the things in our life too!

Here they are.

Seven signs it’s time to let go of someone you love:

…with commentary on letting go of my favorite shoes—

1. Your needs aren’t being met.

   • like, These shoes are falling apart and not supporting the needs of my arches, heels, or lower back.

2. You’re seeking those needs from others.

   • like, I’m seeking other shoes to wear today.

3. You’re scared to ask for more from your partner.

   • like, I’m afraid to wear these shoes another day or something else will break on them.

4. Your friends and family don’t support your relationship.

   • like, My friends make fun of me when I wear these shoes, because I am holding the strap together with a Band-Aid and they ask me when I’m going to get rid of them.

5. You feel obligated to stay with your partner.

   • like, These have been my favorite shoes for so long I can’t imagine a summer without them.

6. You’ve been working on your relationship for more than a year.

   • like, I keep giving them another chance, hoping that wearing them will somehow “be different this time.”

7. Your partner is abusive.

   • like, When I wear these shoes, they hurt me.

Is there something in your life that any of this applies to?

Is it time for you to let go of something you love?

Do you know when to let go?

I’m not just talking about shoes or that holey shirt you wear on the weekends, but that relationship, job, or that negative feeling you carry around.

What have you been keeping way beyond its expiration date?

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And now... I leave you with a love letter I wrote to my beloved espadrilles right before putting them in the trash.

Farewell, Beloved Espadrilles,

I bid you adieu!

Remember our first day together, Dear Espadrilles…?

I remember the long hot walk across town on Delancey Street. We went to the Man Man concert in East River Park that evening. Remember? It must have been the summer of 2009—so long ago, Dear Espadrilles.

Oh, you were quite unforgiving that night. By the time we got back to the subway, I was hobbling with blisters.

But since that one long, harsh day in our courtship, you have been nothing but wonderful—you’ve been the best, most comfortable, and most flattering shoes in my closet.

We’ve had such good times.

Remember the thunderstorm last spring? You got soaking-wet because I was too stubborn to stop in a café and wait out the storm. Remember how heavy you were and how you refused to stay on my feet? I just walked right out of you.

That was the beginning of the end, I’m afraid. You… we… were never the same after that day.

We tried to make it work. Even after you lost your left heel pad, we tried… yes, we tried.

But then I got that terrible heel pain, remember?

A heel pad—it seemed like such a tiny, nothing of a thing. Who knew you couldn’t continue on without it?

I’m sorry, Dear Espadrilles.
It’s my fault too.
Now, we must say goodbye.
I’ll always remember you.

All my love, Christine

[and… scene.]
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