Editor’s Note: This is a guest post from Krista O’Reilly-Davi-Digui of A Life in Progress.
We are afraid to let go for different reasons.
For one daughter of mine, her eclectic collection of books helps inform her identity. My husband, on the other hand, grew up in poverty and fear of lack can compel him to gather and hoard. Personally, I find myself afraid to let go because I struggle to trust that there is yet more goodness and beauty to come my way.
But I know I must let go of what was to make space for what will be.
Organization and order come naturally to me. I maintain a minimalist wardrobe, resist the pull of busy, and release habits or belongings that no longer merit space in my life. My challenge with letting go is emotional, not physical.
As I give away the favorite storybooks and games and buckets of Legos that marked my years as mama of little people, what I’m really letting go of is a beautiful season of life where I knew my role, was good at it, and felt needed. That was my dream—to build a nest and raise family. As my kids grow up and leave home, I’m shocked at the unexpected grief mixed with hope. Sometimes I want just a few days more to hug their little bodies tight. Fear tells me it will never again be as sweet as this.
Though I ache, I let go of what was to make space for what will be.
I am learning to coexist with discomfort and take action anyway so I can do the work to which I am called in this new season. But after years of numbing and running and wrestling with anxiety that incapacitates, this is hard work, emotional work, and sometimes I want to quit because even at 46 growing up is hard to do. Fear whispers I will fail anyway so it’s better not to try.
I challenge fear with truth and let go of who I was to make space for who I choose to be.
Each day I practice loving with less judgment, meeting people where they’re at. I notice my tendency toward impatience and frustration, and remind myself to take a breath and trust the journey. Instead of stepping into each day with a rigid agenda, I show up with curiosity. Fear warns that if I don’t control tightly, I will miss out or fall behind.
But I’ve opted out of the race, so I loosen my grip on what I think should be to make space for joyful possibility.
Doing the hard work of digging into the muck, hands dirtied, unhurried, to unearth what it is that draws me to hold on tight for dear life is the first step to letting go. It is only in this messy, uncomfortable place that I begin to untangle the roots of my fear and find my way to freedom. Slowly. Surely.
It is here that I identify my own compelling reason to let go of what was to make space for what will be.
The only way to true growth is through.
And if we are not careful we can fool ourselves into thinking we are doing the deeper work while we sleepily traipse along someone else’s path. We must find a way to quiet the noise, for there’s no replacement for living open heart, quiet mind. If we run from the inner work, disappointment tends to follow.
She is an excellent rule follower and with a surge of energy and stamina creates a fall capsule wardrobe, declutters her home and life, only to have the stuff, the busyness and the overwhelm creep back in slowly and stealthily. She didn’t get to the root of her issue.
He lives in shame because even though he faithfully devours the simple-living books and blog posts and knows his current life pace is unsustainable, still he struggles to find momentum to slow down. He hasn’t identified his own compelling reason to initiate purposeful and lasting change.
You jump wholeheartedly onto the minimalist train and conform well but because you haven’t spent the time to gain clarity around what you truly want or who you are, you still feel as sad or lonely or unfilled as before. You forgot along the way that we are each knit-together uniquely and in order to live aligned with your mission, your life will, by necessity, look different from mine.
We must do the inner work.
Only then can we shake off the unessential, eliminate, reduce. Craft a life that is uncluttered and rich with purpose. A life with room to breathe so that we are freed up to share our voice and gifts. Whatever the excess that overstuffs our life we are served by getting honest about why we hold on tight.
This is the way to freedom.
Once we’ve done the inner work, we let go of what was to make space for what will be.
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Krista is a stubborn questioner, honest storyteller, and Joyful Living Educator. Her mission is to help women live unshackled lives of purpose, health, and joy. Connect with her at A Life in Progress or on Facebook.
For nearly a year (when I first came across one of your posts, Krista – it could not have come at a better time), I have been wrestling with the idea of making a big life change – leaving behind the job that had been my dream since school, but a job that has taken me a continent away from my partner of more than 10 years, and a(nother) continent away from the rest of my family. I’ve known for a while that I just can’t keep up the pace – and the solitude – but the thought of a full-blown transition has terrified me, since it means walking away from something I have dedicated more than a decade of my life to becoming. What I lacked until about a month ago was “my own compelling reason to let go of what was to make space for what will be”.
Unfortunately, it has come in the form of a tragedy back home. Four months ago my father finished a three-year project of building his dream home. One month ago, wildfires ripped through our town and destroyed it all. My family’s process (albeit a forced one) of physically letting go of everything they have ever owned has been the final push for me to begin my transition. I still don’t know what this will entail, but I do know it will mean letting go of a job that no longer fulfills me, and fully committing myself to the things that bring me joy. For now, I’ll move back home to help my father (re)build his home, and create new memories to fill it with.
Your post gives me so much strength, and encourages me to keep pushing through the icky stuff. Thank you!
Hayley, I got goosebumps reading that. I am sorry for that loss and the trauma (of the fires) and cheering you on as you step out, with courage, onto this new path. It makes me think of something I recently said to a girlfriend. Her divorce just finalized, the marital home sold, and she is essentially homeless at the moment but housesitting. Not one step of this journey has been easy for her… but it is right. I’m not sure without a hard push she’d have had the courage to get free of an abusive marriage or even a home she no longer needs. She will be ok, she’ll move from surviving to thriving when all is said and done – and I believe so will you.
Hayley – thank you for sharing your story. I know too well this feeling of being away from the one you love and live a solitary life just to keep a dreamed job. I have sadly felt this being overseas having a successful career in IT and only connect to my relatives via Skype monthly. I enjoy this post and been very happy to find someone who I can relate to. Love to you from ??
Brilliant. Thank you for the gift of putting into words the season I am in. Why are the most essential questions — what really matters to me — the hardest to answer?
Hi Alice – I’m smiling at your question because I hear you! Not everyone is willing to do the wrestling and digging in, but after (even amidst) the discomfort, there is joy. And satisfaction at persisting and slowly but surely walking into freedom.