This is me letting go of all the things I can’t control, of all the decisions others have made that directly affected me in a negative way.
This is me letting go of all the things I can’t change, of all the moments I’ve wanted nothing more than to be able to fix and alter something beyond my control.
This is me letting go of all the relationships that I’ve held on to for far too long, of all the people who I’ve continuously bent over backwards for when they’ve never lifted a finger.
This is me letting go of all the expectations that I’ve created in my head, of all the forthcoming moments I’ve built up before they happened only to be left with less.
This is me letting go of all the fear I’ve created.
This is me deciding it’s time to stop trying to carry the weight of the world on my shoulders. This is me deciding it’s time to put myself first. This is me deciding it’s okay to be the one who needs someone there for me every now and then. This is me deciding I can’t control everything and I have to be okay with that. This is me deciding things will be okay – somehow, someway.
This is me letting go of my control, my possession, my power, my fear. This is me letting go of everything that I’m allowing to consume me.
This is me deciding it’s time to just be. To let things go as planned. To accept what is and trust in what will be.
This is me letting go. For good.
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Rain and Shine ☔️
Neon lights splash color on the rain soaked pavement in the Granville Entertainment District. This was a logging road in the late 1800’s, dense with trees and frolicking animals. By the 1950’s, it had one of the world’s largest displays of neon signs. Looking south west down Granville Street, someone waits for the oncoming bus while the traffic lights at Smithe Steet turn green.