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A Farewell Letter to Comfort

God has a way of speaking to you in ways you never imagined. Sometimes, the message is a gentle nudge, a whisper in your spirit. Other times, it’s a flood—literally. Last week, I woke up in a hotel, preparing to continue packing up my flooded apartment—an apartment I could no longer return to. A water main break on the third floor had destroyed three floors, displacing at least 100 of us. Just like that, our leases were terminated, the place I made my home gone.

Today, I woke up in an Airbnb, navigating a new reality. This morning, I sat down to do a writing prompt, something I do from time to time to reconnect with my creativity. The prompt? Write a farewell letter.

How fitting....




The Pull to Leave

This was the first year I got really serious about leaving Nashville. I’ve given this city over half my life, 22 years, and for the last five years, I’ve felt a deep pull to move on. But leaving felt too hard. Where would I go? How would I pack up my life? Could I really leave my friends, my community? The weight of those questions kept me still. Kept me comfortable.

A client once told me, we can change by choice or by force. I’ve always preferred choice, but comfort has a way of keeping us from making the necessary moves.

I was happy where I was. My neighborhood was beautiful. I loved my walks, the restaurants, hosting friends in my space. The past few years had been good. But recently, I felt a shift.

I had already planned to leave in August when my lease ended, and I was embracing that decision. My walks became more intentional—I spoke gratitude over the city that had cared for me for 22 years. I visited my favorite neighborhood spots with new appreciation. I spent mindful time with my closest friends, knowing change was coming.

And then, the flood.

As if God was saying, I’m going to make sure you don’t fall into comfort again.


The Unavoidable Goodbye

Packing is the hardest part of moving for me. But here I was, forced to pack up my life in a matter of


"Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with their heart and soul, there is no such thing as separation."           ~Rumi~
"Goodbyes are only for those who love with their eyes. Because for those who love with their heart and soul, there is no such thing as separation." ~Rumi~

days. No delays. No second-guessing. No room for comfort.

Now, here I am, figuring it out. I could go anywhere in the world, but one place remains clear to me. It aligns with my original plan. So, here I am, trusting the process, stepping forward into the unknown.


What Are You Holding On To?

What in your life are you gripping onto, afraid to release? Is there something you could choose to let go of before it’s taken from you?

Maybe today is your chance to say goodbye on your own terms.

Write a farewell letter. See what comes up. See what you're ready to release.

Because sometimes, the things we hold onto the tightest are the very things keeping us from where we’re meant to be.


 

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