As much as I understand the need for it, and I’ve used it myself, ‘let it go’ is probably one of the most infuriatingly frustrating phrases a person can utter. Even worse, is when people innocently tag on the word ’just’ before hand.
“JUST let it go.”
As though it’s easy, simple, elementary really.
How foolish of me not to have thought of that.
Just let it go.
It’s never as though these things we need to 'let go’ are tangible things we can just gather up in our fists and dump into the trash. They are abstract and haunting and there.
Perhaps, some part of this mysterious 'letting go’, is no longer claiming the hurt as our own.
No longer owning it, rolling in it, re-inflicting it on ourselves.
Letting go is staring the monster in the face, saying 'I know you’re there’, and then saying 'I don’t want you here, I’m not going to talk to you anymore..even if you stay.'
And somehow, bored without our conversation, the monsters wander off…
