I’m Letting Go of Control.

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chieve my dreams?</p><p id="f17d">“Do you trust me?” it nudged again. I thought of Princess Jasmine when Aladdin arrives at her window sitting atop a magic carpet asking the same. <i>I’m not sure why, but yes.</i></p><p id="2b8a">I put the car in park and slowly climbed out. Tentatively, my feet touched the ground and I walked around the back. I reached the passenger side door and climbed back in, hurriedly shutting the door and buckling up before I could change my mind. “You’re safe,” the voice told me, “I’ve got you.”</p><p id="6eb0">I had put this off long enough and it was time to trust that the universe had my back. I had worked hard and now it was time to be patient. Something I have never been good at. I took another deep breath as the car shifted into gear and began to move. <i>Here we go</i>, I thought.</p><p id="e3d6">I realized how exhausted I’ve been. It takes a lot of energy to control every aspect of your life. It was time to give myself permission to rest. That didn’t mean the work was done. No, there was still plenty to do ahead of me, but this time it would be different.</p><p id="03e0">It was time to trust that what I needed to do would come easily. Trust that what I needed to accomplish would be presented to me and the ideas would flow effortlessly. It would still be hard work, but now I would only focus on what I could truly control: me. It was time to put aside what others may think or do. How others may feel or be impacted. I can’t control that. I never could, but I still tried. I put so much of myself into trying to control the outcome.</p><p id="25ba">I closed my eyes as the car continued forward. I thought about what I wanted for myself as the car continued toward the end of 2021. As I focused on my breath, I could fee

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I’m Letting Go of Control.

Know Thyself December Prompt

My response to the Know Thyself December writing prompt: What are you letting go of in 2021?

When I first read this prompt, I knew the topic I would write about. It’s been a glaring message for me lately, that I must surrender and give up control of my life. When I sat down to write, I struggled to find the words.

I don’t often let myself write creatively, it’s often the logical side of me that takes over. It turns out that my lesson of letting go is starting sooner than I thought because the following flowed so effortlessly once I gave up control.

I stopped the car and took a deep breath. I was scared; there was no denying the fear that coursed through my body. I heard a reassuring nudge at the back of my mind “it will be okay.”

How could I be sure? I shot back, nervous to let go.

“Have faith,” it said again.

Faith? I gave up on faith. It was true. I’d struggled with my faith for the better part of the last ten years. Instead I’d learned to take control. To be the one in control of my destiny, of my life. I’d worked hard for everything I had, how else was I supposed to achieve my dreams?

“Do you trust me?” it nudged again. I thought of Princess Jasmine when Aladdin arrives at her window sitting atop a magic carpet asking the same. I’m not sure why, but yes.

I put the car in park and slowly climbed out. Tentatively, my feet touched the ground and I walked around the back. I reached the passenger side door and climbed back in, hurriedly shutting the door and buckling up before I could change my mind. “You’re safe,” the voice told me, “I’ve got you.”

I had put this off long enough and it was time to trust that the universe had my back. I had worked hard and now it was time to be patient. Something I have never been good at. I took another deep breath as the car shifted into gear and began to move. Here we go, I thought.

I realized how exhausted I’ve been. It takes a lot of energy to control every aspect of your life. It was time to give myself permission to rest. That didn’t mean the work was done. No, there was still plenty to do ahead of me, but this time it would be different.

It was time to trust that what I needed to do would come easily. Trust that what I needed to accomplish would be presented to me and the ideas would flow effortlessly. It would still be hard work, but now I would only focus on what I could truly control: me. It was time to put aside what others may think or do. How others may feel or be impacted. I can’t control that. I never could, but I still tried. I put so much of myself into trying to control the outcome.

I closed my eyes as the car continued forward. I thought about what I wanted for myself as the car continued toward the end of 2021. As I focused on my breath, I could feel myself falling asleep. I didn’t fight it. It was time to dream. I knew that when I woke up it would be time for action, but this time I wouldn’t be alone. I’d asked for help, I’d given up control. And now it was time to accept the help I received and move forward.

I recently read the following article by Lady Jhershierra. It reminded me of the importance of just being. I hope you connect to it too.