I went on a trip, and I let it go.
We filled up our family car, and hit the road to be outside, together, and visit family. We wanted to exercise, play, laugh, rest and be together. We did all of that including reconnecting with family over a lot of great conversations.
My husband and I talked about our careers and retirement while the kids napped in the car. While they were awake we told jokes, sang, and squabbled. We are, after all, a regular family.
What I didn’t expect to do was let it go. I went for 3 very long walks alone, and had a lot of quiet time on this trip. I needed to be away from the noise of my regular life, and I am not just talking about being a mom to young twins, I mean the noise. Media, Office, Radio, Recreation, Homemaking, EVERYTHING. I needed to turn it off. When I did, I found the space to let it go.
I cannot list the things I am letting go, because it could be hurtful but I can admit that it includes people, places, memories, expectations and feelings. The stuff that makes me doubt myself is of no help to my family, nor does it make me a better person.
So, I let it go, right there on the side of the freeway. Somewhere between Kennewick and Umatilla.