We’re taught not to run away from things. We associate cowardice with quitting. But I’m coming to believe that the greatest courage is refusing to stay in circumstances that cause pain and sorrow. How is it virtuous to remain in a place, a job, a situation that damages us? I posit that it is NOT.
This post was sparked by a fellow member, who’s in a job that is ruinous for her heart and soul, but her heart’s cry resonates with my own about my current residence. I’ve lived in Salem for 10 years since Lee’s death. I’ve learned to accept – to barely note – the pain of daily walking the streets with his ghost. But Bryan comments what a changed person I am when I’m in Portland (or most anywhere but Salem.) He says I’m happier, more relaxed, like a weight is lifted from me. Yeah. A 285 lb. weight, to be precise.
Running away” isn’t always deserting. Sometimes it’s choosing another path, with wisdom. What isn’t wisdom is staying in places, jobs, or relationships that make us miserable. And sometimes we have to take a leap of faith, leaving the ‘security’ of damaging circumstances before the healthier option appears.