Here are some things I’ve let go of (in no particular order):
jeans that were too tight
birth control pills
a nine year romance
running long distances
my Santa Monica zip code
eating 100% plant based
a college scholarship
a confusing friendship
that dress you bought me
two previous blogs
the idea of being a “quitter”
There are more. I know there are.
Every time I let something go, I think it might break me.
That some piece of me will be exposed,
that I’ll be a little farther away from perfection.
But that’s not true.
Instead, a layer is pulled back.
The truth of me rises closer to the surface.
Because I am always becoming