Goodbye!

I am writing this from my room on a Sunday afternoon — because, let’s be honest, when else do we do our most irresistible soul-searching and self criticism? The laundry’s half done, the dishes are still soaking and I’m still in my pyjamas. But today, I’m not just procrastinating — I’m saying goodbye.

There’s a strange comfort in holding onto fears and worries, as if they’re old friends who’ve overstayed their welcome. But today, I’m ready to say goodbye.

This is me bidding farewell to the fears and worries that have been squatting in my mind for way too long. Seriously, it’s like they’ve been renting space in my brain without ever paying a dollar. They’ve whispered things like, “What if you fail?” or “Are you sure you want to try that?” — to which I usually reply by crying or frequent meltdowns. But today, I’m finally evicting them. Goodbye to the anxieties that have convinced me that life is best lived under a cozy blanket of self-doubt.

This is also a goodbye to the countless ideas I’ve started on over the years, each filled with the energy and hope of a fresh start. They’ve piled up like unread books on my dusty shelf. You know, the ones that started with a bang and ended with silence — or, more accurately, ended in the land of my “unfinished projects.” My room is like a graveyard for half-baked ideas, and I’m pretty sure my to-do list has become the most haunted thing ever.

But I’m done with collecting beginnings. I’m ready to finish what I’ve started.

This is a goodbye to tearing my journal apart after scribbling down thoughts that felt too raw, too vulnerable, or just too weird to ever see the light of day. My journal’s been through so much trauma that it’s probably eligible for therapy. But I’m done tearing out pages. I’m ready to let my words live, no matter how imperfect they may be.

Let’s face it: saying goodbye to these old habits is kind of like trying to break up with a clingy person. They’re not going to go quietly, and they might send me late-night texts like, “You up?” (But I’ll be too busy living my best life to respond.) The truth is, these fears and doubts might come knocking again, but I’ll just pretend I’m not home. I’m moving on to better things — like finally finishing that novel or, at the very least, folding my laundry.

So here’s to the goodbye that’s been long overdue. Here’s to shedding the weight of what no longer serves me — like that oversized sweater and the glittery party dress in my closet that I swear I’ll wear someday. Here’s to stepping into the unknown with open arms, an open heart, and maybe even open windows (because, seriously, my room could use some fresh air). Here’s to new beginnings, to finishing what I start, to speaking my truth, and to being unapologetically myself.

This is my goodbye to the past, and my hello to a future filled with possibility.

Love,

Dona