He shuffled and looked down at his feet, "You're not going to like what I have to say." I was standing in my office with a sinking feeling in my heart. How many times had I stood in this exact place with someone standing there, telling me they were moving on to something else? A dozen times? Twenty? One year ten people left the place I work. Another year six people were let go due to budget cuts. Here and there people have retired or moved on to pursue this or that wonderful thing and I'm left standing in the basement. This week I had this conversation with not one but two people. The second one hit harder, as I wasn't expecting it at all. It was suddenly the last day I'd see someone. Someone I've seen almost daily for four or five years.
So, here I am again, standing in my office grieving in hot, fast tears.
Don't get me wrong, I like my job. I especially like my coworkers. I like staying. . .
But I also hate staying.
Staying means that everyone else leaves. And I am tired of being left.
Left at work while everyone else "moves on," as if to imply that working here isn't worth my time and loyalty. Left to myself while my friends get married and have children. Left on this side of eternity while people I love step into the Kingdom.
Sometimes I think it's not worth it to care about people, they just leave you, leaving a hole where they were. Sure, sometimes you keep up with someone in spite of not being at the same job, the same church, the same neighbourhood. And sometimes it's just fine to move on and make new friends.
And let's be honest: I've done my share of leaving. Not returning calls, texts, or emails. I don't have the time or the emotional space to keep up with everyone I've ever been friends with. I've left people who were emotionally draining. I've left jobs or churches and never looked back. Sometimes to move forward we have to leave some things, even some relationships, to memory.
The truth is, I'm tired. I'm tired of caring, of building friendships only to lose them. Tired of acquaintances hanging on when I'm ready to move forward. . .and conversely, tired of friends leaving when I still want to grow together. Being left, yet again, is wounding. It makes me feel like there isn't any virtue in staying. Being faithful just ends up hurting. The thought of learning yet another new person at work, of befriending them and making sure they feel seen and cared for sounds exhausting right now. I don't have the heart for it. I will. . .but not today. Today I'm just sad.
