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The difficult practice of “letting go”

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Letting go is damn hard. I do like things done my way, in my timing. I’m not proud of it but I recognize and acknowledge it. Time has mellowed me (a bit.) You can’t live with someone for 30 years and have things done your way, when you want it done, all the time. You can’t bring up kids, and expect to maintain control – for long.  Before you know it, the universe has them in control of their own lives, and truth is, that’s how it should be.

But letting go is damn hard.

Nothing is permanent. Things change. Kids grow up.  Parents age. Both still need you, but in very different ways than you were used to in the past. It’s tough. Wanting to hold onto them, tight. Ensure they are healthy and happy and have everything they need.  Ahhhh …  The illusion of maintaining control.

Yoga speaks often of accepting things the way they are. Nothing to control. Breathe. Accept that things change. Breathe. Go with the flow. Breathe. Sit with the changes. Acknowledge your discomfort.  Breathe. Accept your pain. Breathe. Appreciate what is in this moment. Find ease and steadiness in each breath.

Like I said, its damn hard. Even though we know the theory. It’s damn hard.  And that’s why it’s called a practice.  We’re never quite there but we keep returning to our mat. Every morning, if we are fortunate enough to receive a new day, we practice accepting that our lives, our relationships, our yoga, will never be perfect, and that’s OK. Because it’s not about the destination; it’s about the trip and how we travel. It’s about learning more and loving more along the way. If we let go of some of our baggage, we can travel lighter. It’s damn hard. It takes practice. Breathe.

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