On Letting Go
On day 262
I am 8 days away from 270. I am working on letting go of stuff. But it’s hard.
I try to let go of the old me, of my resentments and all the stuff I was carrying but it’s hard. I feel like I just keep tripping on stuff scattered across the floor. Like someone with a backpack that has stuff spilling out everywhere.
It's almost like history repeats itself, or as the poets say, it rhymes. I remember how stressful work used to be and I know, I know this for sure, I cannot go through that again. So I am praying. And hoping that everything will be okay. Now I know change isn’t always bad, but sometimes it is. My mantra is, if it ain’t broke don’t try and fix it. I just want to be left alone and I need serenity.
So here I am, just writing, sitting with my dogs with the sunlight streaming through the blinds. On day 261.
