Sorry Netflix, It’s Not You, It’s Me
We’ve had this on and off thing since we first met in 2009. You’d show up on my doorstep, I’d let you in, and we’d enjoy a couple of hours together. Then, I allow you move in permanently. We’d spend hours together every night – we laughed, we cried – we shared some beautiful memories together.
But I can’t keep doing this. I’ve decided it’s time to call it quits.
I’m sure you’re wondering why. It’s me. I’ve changed.
I should have recognized that it was time to end our relationship months ago. Last month, I thought I would venture out on my own. Try something new. Follow my dreams. I signed up for NaNoWriMo with the hopes of making progress on my book. Each time I would sit down to write, there you were begging me for attention.
It’s not that I blame you. I could have told you “no” and worked harder to keep my boundaries. It’s just that there was so much drama (and comedy and British murder mysteries). I don’t want to get into the messy details…
But I was full of nerd rage when you took Doctor Who away. I still haven’t gotten over you removing One Tree Hill right after I move to Wilmington.
That really hurt. We’re you trying?
Look, I know I’m not perfect. It’s easier for me to blame you for my inability to spend more time writing. And that’s not fair to you.
In the end, I want you to be happy. I know that you can bring someone else as much joy as you brought me. However, it is time to move on. It’s time that I start focusing on writing. I want more “me” time.
I want to invite more accountability into my life.
I can’t say what the future holds. For now, let’s make a clean break.