If you love something, set it free;
If it comes back to you, it’s yours,
If it doesn’t …….

No, no, no. Frankly that is bullshit. If it doesn’t come back to you, it is because you let it go. Duh.

This a different kind of letting go.

So I gave myself permission – finally, finally, finally I gave myself permission to let some stuff go. Torn and tattered edges it had from decades of being clenched in my tight little fists, my fingers creaked open and released. I noted as I watched it float away and I wished it well that while it was now gone from me, I was still whole.

~bliss~

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