The courage to say good-bye

Pennsylvania Turnpike

Pennsylvania Turnpike (Photo credit: Rhys Asplundh)

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I don’t have the courage to say goodbye. I can’t gather the sheer unaduterated audacity to get in my car one morning and to just keep going instead of making that turn into work, bidding farewell to the time clock and the routine.

I’d keep heading west, meeting up with another highway, finding myself climbing the mountains of western Pennsylvania. Hours later, I’d call home.

“I’m in Pittsburgh,” I’d say. “I thought I’d have a Primanti’s sandwich before I head home.”

The family would be surprised.

“What about work?,” they would ask.

“It doesn’t matter,” I’d say. “I’ve said goodbye.”

“What will you do?” they’d ask.

“I don’t know,” I’d say.

But, I’d be strengthened and exhilarated and ready to take on all challenges.

Yet I haven’t the courage to say goodbye.

5 thoughts on “The courage to say good-bye

  1. Sometimes it is hard to say goodbye to the routine and the day to day humdrum of our lives – even though we wish to. Something that I can relate to 🙂

  2. Most of us do not have the courage to say goodbye. yet we go on in life looking for more challenges and new things in life. 🙂 guess its all a part of life

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