Over the past week or so, I've had an overwhelming feeling that for me, this is the year of letting go.
Being one to try to be good enough—clever enough, hard-working enough, a good enough friend, sibling, partner, and whatever else, I've always gone out of my way.
In many friendships, I'm the one who makes contact, I'm the one who visits, and I'm the one who goes above and beyond. At work I do way too many hours and don't allow myself enough time for fun and hobbies.
Yes, I've become very good at giving myself the space to be, meditating, journaling, processing my thoughts and feelings, and all of that, but there's a part of me that is still trying to be good enough.
And, she's done.
She's done going out of her way when the sentiment is not reciprocated.
She's done working too hard ahead of being creative.
She's done constantly telling herself that she's not slim enough.
She's done with the anxious thoughts that plague her day and night.
It's time to let that all go.
It's time to allow myself to be free.
It's time to live, and laugh, and love more.
It's time to declutter.
It's time to end the guilt.
It's time to forgive herself and others.
This is feeling good already, and it's only just the beginning.
Let me know if this resonates.