Recently we moved. There were a couple of items I put aside to MAKE SURE I wouldn’t lose track of them during the move.
I lost track!
I made my husband go back to the apartment again and again to check. “It must be there!” I thought.
Then this morning I accepted, I mean really accepted, that it was gone. I’m talking about useful things but not very expensive ones—panty liners for me, swimming diapers for my daughter.
I didn’t want to spend the extra 10 bucks or so when I just knew I had it. More than that, I wanted to trust that my brain works, it actually functions—I have not gone crazy!
Then I realized I was driving myself crazy in an effort to prove I wasn’t crazy…crazy, right?
So I committed to letting go.
I would never see those objects I COULD HAVE SWORN I had.
It’s a loss. A small monetary one. A bigger one when it comes to my desire to feel in control and on top of my environment.
But if letting go is what I need to move forward in my life—literally, I need to get out the door and get to work!—than letting go I shall!