Sometimes it’s time to just let it go.
You know that muck you’ve been holding on to? The grudge or the resentment, or the frustration, or the annoyance, or the anger, or the hurt? Sometimes the price we pay for holding on is bigger than the actual incident. The exhausting brain-churn, as we replay it over-and-over-and-over again. The weight of our emotions as we experience them over-and-over-and-over again. The physical fatigue as we brute-force our way through our knotted stomachs and clenched jaws and that dull tension pain that sits behind our eyes.
Maybe it’s time to let it go. Breathe….
I wish I were that person who could honestly “Bless it, say thank you, and let it go.” Whoever suggested we do that is clearly more enlightened than I am. But I do recognize what it’s costing me. I know, with all certainty, that when I’m stuck in my stories of wrongs and ills; misdeeds and mistakes (even if they’re my own) that ultimately, I suffer. I know that when my heart and mind stay preoccupied with the negative, that it’s virtually impossible to create anything positive. I know that if I want to be and bring my best self to the situations in my life, that I can’t do that if I’m holding on to the past.
Whether it’s something that happened years, or days, or hours ago, if I can’t find a way to let it go, I am, in essence, exchanging the impact I can have in the world for being right about being wronged.
So, when I think of it that way, it all seems a little silly. Because I want to play a bigger game. Be the bigger person. Be the best me I can me. And I don’t know about you, but I haven’t found a way to do that if I’m stuck in the muck.