Control

If letting go was easy,

Everyone would do it.

I think we fail to remember that it’s not a one time thing.

It’s a process.

It requires a shedding of the old to welcome the new.

Old habits, old beliefs, old patterns, sometimes old conversations.

See we don’t talk enough about the beauty of letting go.

We don’t remind those who are grieving that there is a rainbow waiting on the other side.

I get wrapped up in worrying about what I did wrong, how it could have been better, and who I was.

I forget to have gratitude for that chapter of my life.

I forget about how there some nights I didn’t even know where I would be sleeping, and now almost 7 years later I have my own apartment.

I forget to celebrate the little victories.

Like doing the dishes on a bad day, or going on a run when all I want to do is sleep.

What if instead of worrying about tomorrow

I just simply sit still.

I forget that I’m not in control, and I never was.

That statement might bring trouble to some, but it continues to bring peace to me.

I can release, I can let go knowing that there is more here for me.

My story isn’t over yet.

It has only just begun.