My turn for a Moxie Monday post is long overdue, and there is a good reason for that. I’ll do my best to explain.
I’ve been referring to this three-month stretch of sun as the Summer of Letting Go, long before I had a grasp on what that would mean. But somehow, in spite of my ignorance about it, those words have proved themselves inside and out. This summer:
I discovered, relived, and let go a small piece of my history.
I let go of regret at things undone, unspoken, undreamed.
I let go of thinking that any human being understands love, in it’s fullest. We are all just trying to love with the tools we’ve been given. Sometimes that is nothing at all.
I let go of the notion that magic does not exist. It exists with our without us believing in it. All we have is the decision whether or not to let it in.
I let go and let go and let go, until I was empty of all feeling. And then I rose up and did it again. It’s not over. This is likely to happen again and again until there is nothing left to confine or define me. Only then will can I say I have once and for all let go, and be free.
It has been a beautiful, unthinkable, boundless summer. And it has been a heartbreaking, weepy, arduous one as well. It is for this reason that I’ve been avoiding talking about my goals, my strength, my strategy. At times, I literally had none. And you know what? For the first time in my life, I’m okay with that.
I say this to the world with more intent in my heart than anything I have ever planned to do or be.
Today, I will follow my heart.
Till next time,~C