Saying goodbye to unpleasant things is too easy. Goodbye bad person in my life. Goodbye bad place to be in.  Goodbye bad times, moments, or, for me at one point, bad year. As some possibly less eloquent people might say, “See ya later, sucka!”

TOO easy to say goodbye to things like that.

Maybe that’s why it is too hard to turn around say that same word to things that bring joy, comfort, and general positivity. Maybe, in some part, we feel like we are calling the things that are dear to us “bad” by saying that same thing. Goodbye dear friend from school (who I guess I don’t have time for now). Goodbye dear pet or family member (who I guess had to go at their time).

Goodbye dear Tendercrisp value meal from Burger King (who I guess brings unhealthy fat grams, calories, and other why-do-i-care-now stuff).

All these things happen in life though. Without goodbye’s and hello’s, where is the progression and change needed for having a life that moves and changes and surprises? In life, when you walk forward toward something great, there are things both good and bad that you leave behind and turn your back to.

I’m sorry, Tendercrisp. You have been a dear friend that has made a day better and a tummy happier. This is hard, but I have to go now.

So many great things are waiting for me, as soon as I turn my back and walk toward them.

Heading out now,



I have found that, in my life, I am an observer and analyst of flaws. I don’t just see them and frown and huff at them, though. I do have remedies. Always late due to traffic or things out of your control? Overcompensate with your departure time. Always late while in control? Immediately practice punctuality, and fall in love with the feeling that brings. Always critical? Schedule future moments doing things you love, and realize that a better time is just on the other side of the present one.

Yes, I have the answers. I am a Dalai Lama in some of life’s downers.

I have none of those flaws, though, and a world of others. The problem is I can’t remedy mine without reasoning out excuses for them. Always complaining about work? Well, have you tried to work a day in my uncomfortable shoes? Always caring about what others think? Well, have you ever stopped to think how lonely life is when no one thinks of you in the way you want them to? Always sad about physical size? Well, have you ever told yourself to look away from the daily joys of salty fries and savory burritos so that, in a year or two, you can look not skinny but at least skinnier?

I’ll deal with that last excuse right now.

I’m going to lose weight. I am going to lose weight.

I am also going to whine and cry and bemoan the difficulty of someone my size losing weight. I will not make an excuse for that, because it will be pointless. It will happen.

Always complaining about how hard it is to lose weight? Well, at least I will be losing it.

Wish me luck,