He aprendido que soltar no significa olvidar. Cada etapa de mi vida, cada persona que me acompañó, cada error y cada triunfo, forman parte de mi historia. Pero también he comprendido que aferrarme a todo eso me impide avanzar. Es como querer navegar con el barco atado al muelle: el mar está ahí, inmenso, esperándome, pero yo sigo detenida por temor a lo desconocido.
En mi caso, soltar amarras ha sido dejar atrás la necesidad de complacer siempre a los demás. Durante años viví buscando aprobación, intentando encajar en moldes que no eran míos. Hoy me doy cuenta de que esa búsqueda me alejaba de mi esencia. Al soltar esa amarra, me permito escuchar mi propia voz, confiar en mi intuición, aceptar que mi camino puede ser distinto y que eso está bien.
También he tenido que soltar culpas. Culpa por decisiones que no salieron como esperaba, por palabras que no dije a tiempo, por sueños que no se cumplieron. Esas culpas eran cadenas invisibles que me mantenían en un estado de deuda conmigo mismo. Al soltarlas, me reconcilio con el hecho de que la vida no es perfecta, que los errores son parte del viaje, y que incluso de ellos brota aprendizaje.
Soltar amarras de mi vida ha significado, además, abrirme al cambio. Hubo etapas en las que me resistí, en las que preferí la comodidad de lo conocido. Pero la vida me mostró que el cambio es inevitable, y que cuando lo abrazo, descubro nuevas fuerzas en mí. Cada vez que me atrevo a soltar, aparece un espacio fresco, un aire nuevo, una posibilidad que antes no veía.
Hoy, miro hacia atrás y siento gratitud por lo vivido, pero también miro hacia adelante con esperanza. Soltar amarras no es un acto de abandono, sino de confianza. Confianza en que puedo navegar con mis propias manos, que el mar de la vida me traerá aprendizajes, que incluso las tormentas me harán más fuerte.
Al soltar, me siento más ligero. Ya no cargo con lo que no me pertenece, ya no me aferro a lo que me detiene. Descubro que la libertad no es estar solo, sino elegir conscientemente qué quiero llevar conmigo. Algunas personas, proyectos y recuerdos son velas que me impulsan; otros eran anclas que me frenaban. Saber distinguirlos me ha dado paz.
Soltar amarras de mi vida es, en definitiva, un acto de amor propio. Es atreverme a confiar en mí, en el tiempo, en el misterio del futuro. Es abrirme al viento y dejar que me lleve hacia horizontes que aún no conozco. Y aunque no sé con certeza qué encontraré, sé que cada ola será parte de mi historia, y que el viaje, con sus luces y sombras, -como dice el psicólogo cubano Manuel Calviño- vale la pena.
Créditos
Utilicé el traductor de Google.
Las imágenes son de Pixabay y la foto es de mi autoría.
ENGLISH
There are times when I feel I've lived too long clinging to familiar harbors, to certainties that gave me security, but that at the same time kept me stagnant. Casting off the moorings of my life is, for me, a profoundly intimate act: it's acknowledging that I can no longer carry inherited fears, expectations that aren't mine, silences that have weighed me down more than I'd like to admit.
I've learned that letting go doesn't mean forgetting. Every stage of my life, every person who has accompanied me, every mistake and every triumph, is part of my story. But I've also come to understand that clinging to all of that prevents me from moving forward. It's like trying to sail with the ship tied to the dock: the sea is there, immense, waiting for me, but I remain stopped by fear of the unknown.
In my case, casting off the moorings has meant letting go of the need to always please others. For years I lived seeking approval, trying to fit into molds that weren't mine. Today I realize that this search distanced me from my essence. By letting go of those moorings, I allow myself to listen to my own voice, trust my intuition, and accept that my path can be different, and that's okay.
I've also had to let go of guilt. Guilt for decisions that didn't turn out as I expected, for words I didn't say in time, for dreams that didn't come true. That guilt was like invisible chains that kept me in a state of debt to myself. By letting go of it, I've reconciled myself to the fact that life isn't perfect, that mistakes are part of the journey, and that even from them, learning springs.
Releasing the shackles of my life has also meant opening myself up to change. There were times when I resisted, when I preferred the comfort of the familiar. But life showed me that change is inevitable, and that when I embrace it, I discover new strengths within myself. Every time I dare to let go, a fresh space appears, a breath of fresh air, a possibility I hadn't seen before.
Today, I look back and feel gratitude for what I've experienced, but I also look ahead with hope. Casting off is not an act of abandonment, but of trust. Trust that I can navigate with my own hands, that the sea of life will bring me lessons, that even the storms will make me stronger.
By letting go, I feel lighter. I no longer carry what doesn't belong to me, I no longer cling to what holds me back. I've discovered that freedom isn't about being alone, but about consciously choosing what I want to take with me. Some people, projects, and memories are sails that propel me forward; others were anchors that held me back. Knowing how to distinguish between them has given me peace.
Letting go of the moorings in my life is, ultimately, an act of self-love. It's daring to trust myself, time, and the mystery of the future. It's opening myself to the wind and letting it carry me toward horizons I don't yet know. And although I don't know for sure what I'll find, I know that each wave will be part of my story, and that the journey, with its highs and lows—as the Cuban psychologist Manuel Calviño says—is worthwhile.
Credits
I used Google Translate.
The images are from Pixabay, and the photo is my own.
