Destroy this sweater
I remember a running joke I had with an ex-boyfriend was that I was going to throw out his ratty, stinky Skull Skates sweatshirt (emphasis on sweat, less emphasis on shirt). The thing looked like it was torn apart by rabid racoons on LSD and one night I grabbed it and ran out to the front of the house where I theatrically motioned that I was going to bury it deep into the shiny, metal trashcan. Just as I was doing this, his mother drove up and quizzically wondered why I was performing an elaborate mime session with her son’s sweater and the trashcan. I was mortified and vowed never to take revenge against his sweatshirt again.
I’ve been challenged by my habitual tendency to want things to be a certain way. More and more I’ve been giving up the storyline that I have any control. For a while I’d been coasting from job to job, unfazed by layoffs that hit in my industry and had grown to see that career-wise, there is no stability anymore. In my younger days, I took the promise of being in love as something that had to be permanent. It seems so funny to look back on now as years have passed and stinky sweatshirt clad boys have long grown older and their threadbare hoodies have long since disintegrated.
My clinging to keeping things a certain way is starting to unravel as well.
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Word….though I’m sure that many, many others have shared that recently….thank you for putting it onto the page because it is important for folks to know they are not alone….