Elegant Exit in These Foolish Things

  • Aug. 27, 2014, 2:58 p.m.
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There’s a term that the new CEO at my company uses to address a portion of the business that is no longer viable and we want to get out of smoothly, and that’s “elegantly exit”. In other words, we will fulfill immediate needs, but not do more work to come up with new products or better ideas on how to run this portion of the business. As soon as we know that the timing is right to let this business die, we will gracefully and quietly walk away. Until then, we will remain present…knowing that we are getting out sometime in the near future.
I know it’s been a long time coming, but it’s clear that I’m going to have to elegantly exit whatever this thing is that I have going on with SP. I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about this.

People ask me all the time, why don’t I just end it abruptly with that guy. I mean, he was the one who (1) lied from the start, (2) got mad at me for questioning him, (3) broke up with me.

God, how embarrassing to write it all down again and again knowing that I still love him. He keeps coming back and coming back, and I keep wanting to spend my time with him. Is it strange to say that it feels like quality time? Because it does. He still makes my heart melt…he still makes me laugh heartily…he still makes me think about so many things. We are SO compatible and on the same level intellectually.

And yet, it doesn’t feel like it’s really going anywhere. Or really, it makes me question whether there is potential for it to go anywhere.

The bandaid method hasn’t worked in this instance, because the hurt keeps on hurting. And it was HE who ripped the bandaid and then came back! I feel like I need to make a plan to elegantly exit this thing. So what will that look like? I’m not really sure.

On the one hand, I feel like I need to put myself in a place of getting really mad or fed up with the whole thing, but clearly that hasn’t happened. Why can’t I just be MAD at the guy?

On the other hand, I feel like I should enjoy him and at the same time allow myself to date. There is nothing, NOTHING that should be holding me back from that – even though I’m doing it to myself.

So there’s my dating crutch du jour: Tinder.

OMG – on Tinder, I was recently contacted by a friend’s ex-husband! You know what that means? You can’t have contact unless you both say “yes” to each other. Ugh.

This leads to a little longer story. A couple of weeks ago, I met a wonderfully beautiful and vibrant woman who was visiting from Hong Kong (she’s Australian, but lives in Hong Kong) through another friend. We all met for cocktails a couple of weeks ago and had a brilliant time! In fact, such a good time that we started talking about men (of course) and Tinder (we’re all on it!). And I brought out my phone to show my friends the photo of The Bulldog, which led to looking at eligible bachelors close by…

Which led to Lulu (new friend) doing some clicking, liking, and texting on my behalf. It was so funny until I realized that her tastes aren’t exactly the same as mine and I ended up with some interesting and odd text strings.

Let’s just say that she’s MUCH more forward than I am (at least when she’s using someone else’s account!).

Anyway, she “liked” this guy on my behalf who ended up writing to me telling me that he remembers me through his ex-wife. I can’t bring myself to contact him back. It’s all too weird.

The whole thing is weird and I just need to make myself get back out there, I think.

I need to push myself, I think. I also think it could be fun if I stop taking it all so seriously.

There’s more to the Lulu story. She and I got in a tiff the other night. She’s super pushy and I finally pushed back! It was all ok in the end – we apologized to each other. But seriously, I will not be pushed around, people!

So, the walking the fine line of elegant exits and dramatic new beginnings is a challenge, but I’m almost ready to sparkle.

Come with me!

Back to work now…XO


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