Over the years, the ability to "just let things go" has always eluded me. I've tried journalling, therapy, laughing at myself, breathing purposefully, writing thoughts down on bits of paper and burning them, traveling, more therapy, talking it out, playing with my eyebrows compulsively, carrying a worry stone, therapy again...
And then, the other day, I did it. I let something go. I didn't cry. I didn't obsess. It didn't even hurt. After all that practicing, actually letting go wasn't difficult, though I can't tell you exactly how it happened. It just- went.
And it was good. It *is* good.
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