Let Go

Let. Go.

They are just two, simple words.

And yet the action they call for still seems impossible.

From the moment I wake each day my mind races with all of the things — the menial, the necessary, the dire, the clutter — and the anxiety associated with each one compounds into the next one and then the next and then next and so on. It doesn’t stop. It becomes too much.

I want to turn it off. I want to let it go.

So why can’t I?

Well, I can. I can do it for a few seconds anyway. Minutes sometimes. If I’m really focused on an unrelated task — like painting or drawing — then it can seem like hours even. So I just have to do that. Keep doing that. Let go.

Give it up. Give it away.

Find peace just for this second. I put my hands together, resting on my chest, in tune with my heart. I am not sure what is out there that can possibly save me from my myself. Maybe nothing. Maybe everything. But for right now I just do my best to…

Let.

Go.