You Can Just Leave

learning the difference between commitment and captivity

Dear Kids,

A surprising amount of adults stay in situations they are fully allowed to leave.

Bad conversations. Bad parties. Bad jobs. Group texts that should have died months ago.

Sometimes, it’s because they’re polite (or they’re from the Midwest).

Sometimes, it’s because they don’t want to disappoint someone.

But as I’ve gotten older, I realize that I think people just have confused endurance with character.

Like, if they can tolerate something long enough, it shows what an upstanding human they are.

But listen, some things in life are absolutely worth pushing through.

Marriage can be hard. Parenting can be hard. Learning something new can make you feel like brain is buffering in a place with spotty wifi.

A lot of things that matter do require you to push through some discomfort.

But not every uncomfortable thing deserves your time.

That’s the part people miss.

Sometimes you’re sitting through a dinner that should have ended 45 minutes ago while someone confidently segues from one irrelevant point to the next like they’re filibustering Congress.

Sometimes you’re halfway through a conversation and absolutely damned if you know how you became emotionally responsible for the person the airline sat you next to.

More times than I care to count have I been standing in a room scanning for exits like a hostage readying to make a break for it.

And for some reason, it can take adults way too long to realize the simple truth:

You can just leave.

You don’t have to be dramatic. You don’t have to be cruel.

You can just go.

And most of the time, your gut already knows when you’re done.

I think part of growing up is learning the difference between avoiding discomfort and recognizing when something just simply doesn’t deserve your time.

There’s a difference between commitment and captivity.

There’s no prize at the end of your life for being the champion of “Most Time Spent Enduring Needless Things”.

No trophy for staying in the garage the longest with the neighbor who clearly just dropped by to hear themselves think.

Your time matters and your energy matters too.

One of the strangest parts of growing up is realizing nobody is forcing you to stay.

Love you more than you’ll ever know,

Dad

P.S.

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