Last year when I started this blog, I wrote a post about letting go.
As a reminder to myself.
I was anticipating the confrontation of something I tried to forget, tried to ignore, and refused to let go of.
And months later
when I left this little jungle town
that I was on my way
to letting it go.
But the last ten days, back in Puerto Viejo to film a project (more to come!!)
I realized that I have not even begun to move on.
Because the part of me that does not want to, that is afraid to, sings louder than the motherly voice who knows exactly what I need.
And as easy as I may make in sound in my writing, letting go is the hardest thing for me to do.
So today I plan to focus on why letting go is beautiful.
Why letting go feels good.
Why letting go is anything but scary.
Let go of what you’re holding onto, even if you love it.
Because letting go doesn’t mean losing.
It means allowing.
Letting go means accepting that you own nothing and nothing owns you.
Believe that what serves you in life will be there
if you let it.
If you open yourself
to finding it
instead of forcing it.
Because locking yourself into a thought
into a behavior
into a life
even if it’s one that you want
one that you love
puts you in a cage
that one day
you might outgrow.
So take a deep breath