Reflecting on 2011, Day 3
What did you let go of this year? Whom did you let go?
Might be easier to ask what I did not let go of this year. And in response to what I hold onto, I still cling to the belief that love is the answer. Wait a minute, what was the question?
I let go of myself. My mother, literally as I watched her ashes dancing in the wind and spiritually as I sensed her soul moving on to another realm. My preconceived notions of what life is supposed to look like at the age of 36. Many years ago, I decided that if I wasn’t married and pregnant by the age of 35, I wouldn’t give birth at all. But I have let go of that arbitrary limitation as well. Even more, I’ve let go of the restrictive, societally controlling concept of what a family…or my life…is supposed to look like…or that anyone has the “right” answer.
Perhaps the biggest challenge is pushing down the wall that separates the self from the “other” and reminds us that we are all connected. This isn’t East Berlin. I’m not quite there yet, but hey, I have a few more weeks before the end of the year.