Sometimes, the impossibly hard thing to do is to let go.
I’m terrible at it, actually. I am relentless about most things I do. Tenacious on good days, stubborn and bullheaded on others.
The hardest lesson I’m learning today is that some problems just don’t have a solution. Not everything works as you planned, and it’s impossible to plan for that. And when you’ve tried to fit every piece of the puzzle into the space but it just won’t go, it’s time to set it aside and let it go.
Letting go for me has often been a sign to myself that I failed. That I just wasn’t smart enough or patient enough or clever enough to figure it out. And if I let go, it was the same as giving up. The same as throwing my hands up in the air and claiming that I was too tired or lazy or inconvienenced to really *look* for the solution.
But I know now that there is a vast difference between not trying at all, and giving yourself the permission and peace to know when you gave it the best try you had. When you’ve done the latter, you can look at yourself in the mirror – tearfully, maybe – and accept that letting go *is* the answer.
I’m letting go today. It hurts. It makes me sad. It’s difficult to admit that I’ve tried all the answers I had and still come up short.
But I’m hopeful. Hopeful that I can now find some balance, some peace of mind, and a new path that’s meant for me.
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