Moving away

Everyone and everything you come in contact with, serves a purpose. I believe that have time limits though. I hate to say that about some situations, but it's true. Friendships fade, you find another job, you move to a different place. How do you know when the time is up? For me, I suppose, it's when I don't enjoy it anymore. It becomes more frustrating than fun, and you have to ask, "Is it worth it?" Is it worth all the pent up anger, and hostility for me to stay in what used to be a safe haven? This fish is out growing her bowl. I don't like that I just compared myself to a fish... but am I one to delete a perfectly fine metaphor? No. Never! I guess what I'm saying is, is that whether I'm being pushed out, or if I'm the one opening the door myself, it's time to go. I have so many bigger and better things to do, things to accomplish! If I stay, I'll be holding myself back and giving me a whopping headache. Not worth it. I hate that it's come to this. I don't like turning my back on anyone or anything. But sometimes you have to do what you have to do.
It's time to move on and grow.