Linking up with Jana’s SOC Sunday. No prompt today. Just writing.
When is enough ENOUGH?
Enough is enough when all I want to do is stay in my bed. Enough is enough when I can’t escape even when I’m under the covers. A hot bath and two Advil isn’t enough, nor a glass of wine or even cuddling with a cute baby in my lap, kissing her delicious baby toes.
Sometimes you have to let go of your pride and take the fall. Sometimes you just have to do the fucking hardest thing you’ve ever had to do. Sometimes you have to just be naked and ugly and vulnerable and say out loud:
“I cannot do this anymore.” And slowly, you step away.
And then in your head the Eleanor Roosevelt quote rings, something about “you must do the thing you think cannot do,” yadda yadda yadda. The thing is? You’ve tried and tried and poured your heart and soul into something that’s destined to fail.
So you do the hard thing, the brave thing, you take off your mask and look straight ahead and walk into the new things. The unknown things.
You make a conscious choice to save yourself, steal the last life preserver, and jump ship before everyone else drowns and takes you with them.
Sometimes you have to be selfish and think only about yourself. Sometimes you have to choose you over others. And it hurts. It’s hard. It sucks the life out of you.
And that’s enough.