On the sweet relief of letting go
The last few weeks I've been feeling frustrated, trying to get more clarity on next steps in my writing and work in the world. I feel like I'm close to something big, and yet it feels so unsure.
I find myself looping back, wrestling with different aspects of how to best move forward. Is it this? That? Both? If so, then how?
Today I was able to see how much energy the grappling and searching are taking, and something shifted. Even though I don't have the answer, I felt the sweet relief of letting go — knowing that this is exactly where I'm supposed to be right now.
Where might you let yourself trust the mist instead of struggling to see through it? What might shift if you did?

