Expires __/__/__

Last night I tweeted and posted a quote on Instagram of a thought that came to me...

"Everything has an expiration date...even people.  What's your shelf life in some one's life?"

Sadly this came to me after watching part of an episode of "Love and Hip Hop Season 3" (it a show on VH1 that follows the lives of a few socialites in the hip hop industry in NY) anywhooo... Erica and Rich were arguing in the studio and she began to say "You woke me up, thank you...thank you for making realize that I can go back to just being me now..."  In my mind this translated as "Times up, Your time is up, My time is up"

What does it take for you to realize that your time is up in some one's life or that their time is up in yours?

An altercation? Maturity? Change of location?  

We've all been there, where much like that loaf of bread we keep on the fridge or in the bread box (is my mom the only person who still uses that thing?) that we know has gone bad or is molding by the minute, we keep things around past their expiration date.  We know its toxic and could potentially harm us but its still there occupying space in our lives.  When do we acknowledge that its time to toss it out? Not only when but how?  

I'm seriously trying to answer those questions for myself.  I can think of a few things growing roots that should never have been planted in the soil of my soul in the first place...but they're their nonetheless.  

Time to uproot, throw out, and embrace all things fresh. I guess.