Deep letting go. Sometimes it’s hard to handle.
Not because it hurts to let go, which it might,
but because we feel different afterwards.
Sometimes the difference feels like improvement. And ultimately it always is.
But sometimes the letting go leaves us separate. No longer caught up in the drama with everyone else.
I’m free of the drama for which I am forever grateful,
but where does it leave me?
How do I relate? Where do I fit in?
Do I care if I fit in?
Sometimes I suppose I do,
but often I don’t.
I’m not quite sure how to operate in the world.
It’s an awkward feeling, like a baby bird trying to fly for the very first time.
There’ll be freedom in the flying but initially it’s awkward.
It may also be a solitary journey.
I suppose it shouldn’t matter. The flying will be worth it.
1 comment:
I come under the impression from time to time that I should fit in. Everyone seems to have a better handle on it than I. I simply don't and most of the time operate with that in the very front of my mind. Day after day can pass and I glide invisibly from one moment to the next.
I so want to let go, to be free. It is the very carrot on the stick that keeps me in motion. At present I have rid myself of so much and am as close to flying as I have ever been. The very thought has me dizzy.
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