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I recently had to make peace with my old nemesis, letting go. It’s never been my strong suit, I’ll admit, despite recognizing it as an important part of life. A long time ago I came across a Buddhist quote, “and in the end, all that matters is, how well did you live, how well did you love, how well did you learn to let go.” I knew the fundamental truth in this statement but inside me something still protested, noooo! I want to keep all the things and people I love tight in my grasp, forever! But sometimes that doesn’t serve us, or them. That became apparent to me recently and I knew I had to release someone very dear to me. I told this person that while they are always welcome at my door, whether they knock is their choice and I had peace either way. I had made this decision mostly for them, but also for myself, and I will never forget the moment I decided and felt the burden lift. Despite the sadness, I knew it was the right thing to do. That same day, I came across a magnet at a gift shop that gifted me this message. Let go or be dragged. So this is letting go, I thought. What bittersweet pain. How many times have I held onto something when I needed to let go, thinking I was avoiding pain when actually I was causing myself more agony by holding on and getting dragged through the dirt over and over, finding myself scratched and bleeding at the end of every day. I would rather let go with grace.
I find it interesting that I have become so infatuated with octopuses, who are masters at holding on with their incredibly strong clutches, at this time in my life when I am learning the opposite. I guess it’s helpful to remember that like most things, life is a balance of the twoan art, really, and it’s up to us to recognize when its time to use our suckers or release what we love to the sky, perhaps never to be seen again. I imagine this is wisdom that comes with age and experienceand lots of mistakes. God knows I must be ahead of the game there. ❤️