sometimes silly standards

I didn’t write a blog last weekend. Did anyone notice? I did. I made a commitment to myself to write once a week and have done so faithfully for three months now. Did I fail myself? Wow, this is how I think. This is what I do. I am so hard on myself. I need to give myself a free pass, particularly when I am the only one holding myself to my sometimes silly standards. It feels good when I can let go of expectations and control. Lately, I’ve been asking myself, "What happens if you don’t act on _____ or give advice to ______ ?"  Usually, when the scenario plays out, no big, bad things happen. And so, I let go little by little.

The Letting Go

I hold on

They can’t move

I suck air

They can’t breathe

I cry

They drown

I bind

They can’t grow

I point

They are to blame

I judge

They don’t stand a chance

I want what’s best for them

Or maybe me?

me.

I back away and

close the gap.