One of my character flaws that I’m not too proud of is the fact that I cannot let things go. Not just emotional arguments, but physical things. I freak out when I’m told that I need to clean out a closet or just stop dwelling on things. Sometimes I think about things for days at a time, and I get no other cognitive thoughts in my head. My doctor doesn’t think this is a problem. I just need to “stop”. It’s not that simple.
I know part of letting go with things is a part of the healing process and part of the forgiveness process. I still want to be the forgiving person that I set out to be last year, but it’s very hard to be forgiving in this day and age.
Part of letting go doesn’t mean that I need to delete my archives here or throw away my old journals and diaries at home. It means I have to stop daydreaming about what should be or what could be and focus on what is and what will be. The art of letting go is moving on to the next thing in my life, and I’m ready to move on, no matter what that next thing may or may not bring me.