On Letting Go

Late February and March have signified a time of letting go for me...letting go of my beloved Miss Minga, of the senior center that helped me cope with the early days of my retirement, of groups and friends that were holding me back, of clothing that no longer fits, of blogs that had run their course, and now, as April arrives, it is time to let go of my grief and remember the joy and love Miss Minga brought me, the lessons she taught of unconditional love and of learning how to let go when the time comes. 

So, rather than the usual quote, here is a copy of one of my favorites, "On Letting Go" in honor of my little angel.  I love you little girl.

To "let go" does not mean to stop caring.
It means I can't do it for someone else.

To "let go" is not to cut myself off.
It's the realization that I can't control another.

To "let go" is to admit powerlessness,
which means the outcome is not in my hands.

To "let go" is not to try to change or blame another.
It's to make the most of myself.

To "let go" is not to care for, but to care about.

To "let go" is not to fix, but to be supportive.

To "let go" is not to judge, but to allow another to be a human being.

To "let go" is not to be in the middle, arranging all the outcomes,
but to allow others to affect their own destinies.

To "let go" is not to deny, but to accept.

To "let go" is not to nag, scold, or argue,
but instead to search out my own shortcomings and correct them.

To "let go" is not to adjust everything to my desires,
but to take each day as it comes and cherish myself in it.

To "let go" is not to regret the past, but to grow and live for the future.

To "let go" is to fear less and to love more.

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