Sometimes things come to an end naturally.
Relationships, graduations, jobs.
Nothing bad happened. It was just—well—time.
Other times, things need to end.
It’s not good for us. It’s dull, or it’s toxic—or it’s getting there.
But today I realized that the little gray area of endings often gets overlooked. It’s right in the middle of the good and the bad.
It’s the kind of ending that’s so complex, I’m not even sure what to call it.
Unlike those good endings, it doesn’t come to a close on it’s own. And unlike those bad endings, it isn’t quite bad enough to make us want to leave.
While most everything is a choice, this one’s a little bit different.
Almost more than the other two, this uncategorized ending is the one that we dread the most, because the circumstance doesn’t really make the decision for us.
We have to.
You know the kind I’m talking about it?
Whatever we’re dealing with isn’t serving us like it used to. We aren’t growing. We aren’t thriving. We’re sad, because we don’t want to leave. But at the same time, we’re anxious, because we know we need to. We aren’t being forced to end it, but we know we can’t stay any longer either.
Everything is just so unclear. Are we imagining things? Or is this what’s supposed to happen?
I’m not so sure.
But I do know this.
One of my favorite quotes also happens to be from one of my favorite books of all time, The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom.
“All endings are also beginnings. We just don’t know it at the time.”
Sometimes, you just have to trust the end.
Even if you can’t see the other side.
Some chapters just need closing.
And that’s okay.
It has to be.