What (or whom) did you let go of this year? Why?
I know we have all had our fair sure of pain caused by family. . .friends. . .strangers. . .even ourselves. I’ve always carried the pain caused by each of those. . .and more. . .like my silent badge of courage. I always felt like I need to remember the slap of words. . .the sting of slaps. . .the stabs of stares. . .all because I felt like if I forgot the pain then it would be like forgetting where I’ve been and how I’ve survived.
I now know that I don’t need to keep reliving pain by touching the scar so that it never heals. . .but that I needed to let it heal and occasionally glance at the scar. . .then that would be my reminder.
I learned to let go of the pain because tears definitely don’t make me look pretty.
I’m proud of the scars in my soul. They remind me that I have an intense life. – Paulo Coelho