Live and Let Go

My natural instinct is to dwell. I have always been a contemplative type. I had my first car for 14 years, the last three of which I looked for something else, the last one and an half of which I searched for the car I have now...six years later. Let's just say, I should've traded it in some time ago.

I have a photo album that contains my universal hall pass from my independent study teacher in middle school, and a picture of my friends from our lunch table in 8th grade. I have the good and the bad art I produced in college, the newspapers and magazines I've written for over the years, and the cassette tape of the interview I did with the Violent Femmes in 1991 for my high school paper.

I hold onto the past, but two years ago, I decided to let some of it go. That was one of my New Year's resolutions: let shit go. That, and get more books from the library. They went hand in hand, really.

I managed to stick to my resolutions, and I continue to try to let go of mental and physical clutter to the best of my ability. By doing so, I've allowed myself to see more clearly, to move things or ideas or people out of the way of my living a fulfilled life. Oftentimes, I have to move myself out of the way.

Yesterday started out with a minor crisis at one job and continuing crisis at a second job. I did what I could to mitigate the first while spending the bulk of the day at the second, making the most of that, too. Upon coming home and checking Job #1's email, not only did I find the crisis resolved, but in a way that buoyed my spirits and lifted my faith in humanity and those willing to take risks because I asked.

By letting go of my concern, I was able to enjoy the resolution of the crisis and look forward to a new work week, which is sure to have more crises, more uncertainty, more drama, and more fun.

Let it go, y'all. It feels really, really good.