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The Power of Letting Go
Almost 3 months ago I drove across the country to embark on my first real post divorce journey. Well, that’s not entirely true. The journey I had been embarking on in 2020 and 21 looked more like necessary internal healing, but hadn’t incorporated external adventuring, something had I not gotten divorced one month prior to Covid, would have definitely been a part of my post divorce recovery process. But everything happens for a reason, right? I believe that.
My extroverted self would have more than likely found herself avoiding sitting in her mess, processing the discomfort and doing the hard work to feel all of my feelings; to allow them to pass through me, and guide me, so I could ultimately be free to create space to feel something more. The work was hard. The grief was real. It looked like allowing myself the gift of reconnecting with my community of coaches, working with them, teaching more yoga than I ever have, and writing just as much. It looked like living my story and my grief out loud.
Writing about old pain and new pain is different, however. Some say you really just shouldn’t write about the pain until some time has past. I guess this has to do with how our memory tends to distort our versions of the truth. Highlighting and accentuating the positive and downplaying the negative. It would also be my assumption that any pain that comes from a place of sympathetic…
