I find myself sitting here at the close of the year feeling a little more empty than I expected. It’s not an entirely unpleasant feeling. I know part of that was losing my orange cat-buddy, Colin, very suddenly in mid-October. Part of it is that I physically downsized my personal belongings a lot over the last year. But the biggest part of that emptiness is the space left open from the old fears and emotional weight I’ve decided to (finally) let go.
Letting go has been challenging for me for – well, forever.
I’m a double Virgo (control freak) so the fact that I couldn’t just grasp the concept and immediately move on drove me nuts. That is why I’ve been working on this concept, in particular, this past year.