January 22, 2018
I love you, but I’ve got to let you go.
Each time our paths cross I open my heart with renewed hope that it will be different somehow. And each time I walk away feeling empty.
My dear (____________), I realize now that at some point, I gave away my power to you. I was rebuilding my life, creating it piece by piece, and in all of its uncertainty and tender roots, I shyly let a chosen few in to tread softly and take a peek. I wanted to share my trepidation and fear and doubt and exhilaration and sheer anticipation with you. So I gave you permission to validate me. In no small way I longed for it. But it never came.
January 01, 2018This year I will get out of the way. I will let go of the ego that has been formed and influenced by others; as a defense, as an offense, as a way of coping, as a way of hiding, as a way of protecting, as a way of standing out or fitting in. Of the mind that forms opinions or has an immediate reaction to something or someone and thinks it always knows exactly what is best (for you or for me).
when you share your story, inevitably you will touch someone else. the someone who needs to hear it most. you may never know it. but they will. and that alone is reason for telling. ready to share your truth?
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