When you leave a place that you have been at for some time, the sadness creeps in in ways not expected.  Maybe I am just too sentimental, but it was the little things that made me tear up.  The way a coworkers chair squeaks or the click of the front door as people came to work for the day.

I started to notice how people came in for the day.  Some just shuffled in as they had done everyday for the last 15 years.  Other were happier and some just seemed miserable.  I realized that I had been doing this out of habit for the last few years.  Never really questioning my role or fit, but just doing it because that is what I was supposed to do.  It was the path of least resistance.

As I thought about this, I started to notice that the path of least resistance is two fold.  There is a path of least resistance for what is easy and there is a path of least resistance for what is meant to be.  The first, allows the person the luxury of delayed emotion, the latter’s emotions seem to be on the front end.  The path of least resistance for what is easy is like buying with a credit card.  You get what you want right then.  The pull of a softer song, the soul’s “meant to be” path – which naturally carries the least resistance –  is like saving for what you want and finally being able to go to the store and buy it.

As I have been packing up and getting ready for my last day, I realized much of what I did was least resistance for what was easy.  As I looked around, I realized that I never really fit in, that I went along to get along and that even though some great memories were there, they were always tinged with a bit of sadness, confusion or frustration.

As soon as I made my decision to move on, it was like the world went into color.  I realized that my soul had been trying to tell me this for years.  A weight lifted off of my shoulders.

I still don’t know what’s next.  On my way home, this was my ride.  This was how I felt that day.  And it is all ok.