What do you do when you prepare to give up something only to have it return? The whole releasing and letting go of stuff, relationships, trinkets, etc. doesn’t come easy for me. Even when I instinctually know that thing or method no longer works for me. I can be loyal to a fault almost to my own detriment. Ever found yourself going to a job, hanging onto a relationship, keeping up appearances at certain activities all the while you seeing your liveliness seep right out of you?
I have both hands raised because I never wanted to be a quitter. Some how the ingrained message of quitting being synonymous with the F-word—F A I L U R E plays like an unwelcome jiggle in my head. As the jiggle plays, I find myself vacillating between two choices. Do I take it’s return as meaning it’s not time to be release or do I try my hand at releasing it into another place.
Life is full of choices. Selah