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A few years ago, I got a tiny, discrete tattoo. Shocker, right? Anyway, one-sixth of it represents dreams let go of. At the time, I was ready to let go of the biggest dream I had had to date. It had broken into a million pieces without any possibility of being able to pick up those pieces and start over. While hard, it was a good lesson to learn and at the time, I convinced myself that I was stronger for it.
But today, I’m not so sure. If I’m completely honest with myself, I don’t think I ever truly let go and therefore, did not become stronger. So today, I am letting go. I’m letting go unceremoniously; nothing to burn or throw into the ocean. I’m simply letting go; no more articles, no more guilt, no more overcompensating or holding others to the same standards… this is the takeaway from this. If I can’t truly let go, I can’t move ahead.
[…] I built a lot of walls. And sometimes, I let them down just enough to let someone in. Other times, I break them entirely. And sometimes, you build walls because you don’t believe in the “impossible.” But, what happens when the impossible becomes possible? What happens when you want something (or someone) so badly, that you’re willing to let down all the walls? Usually, when that happens you end up with a broken heart and a tattoo And no, my June 19th tattoo won’t be of a brick wall. You’ll just have to wait, but suffice it to say it’ll have many lessons behind it. And yes, it’ll hurt like hell. More than my first one. […]