Letting go

Letting go is hard. After so many years it feels like cutting off a limb.

Some moments I weep and lick my bloody wound. Other moments, I am wind and water and light.

The script wants me to complain – "Will this rollercoaster ride ever end?"

But I am the director. I am trying to allow allowing myself to be – to experience the chaos without trying to fix it. I am trusting myself.