I gave my stunning new co-worker and friend some
relationship advice today. I said, “you wait to dive in to this eminent fight until
you can walk in your front door as your most genuine self. You take your ride
home to shed the layers that are not you and if words are thrown that cause you
to doubt yourself or the things that you want at your core, then you simply
walk away. Let go before you even get there.”
Simple. Let go. I’m 25 going on 26. I’ve been in love a
handful of times. I regret no one and nothing I have partaken in under
temporary insanity caused by free spirited boys. I am currently single.
We talk about letting go a lot in yoga. “Let go of what no
longer serves you.” “Let go of anything that is not your authentic self.” Sometimes
I believe it’s an important reminder to also say, “Letting go can be a son of a
bitch, my friends, but on the other side of that hurdle full of thorns is a
bright new sky.”
Make sure you jump high enough.
Have you ever tried to let go of something while you were in
the very moment of it? Just days ago I literally sped down a beautiful mountain
road holding on to something that didn’t belong to me. I tilted my head back,
breathed in the sun and said to myself, “Chelsea, this may be happiness but you
will surely find it again. Be free.”
We tell our sisters to seek only joyful situations. We tell
our friends to never settle for anything less than they deserve. We tell our
brothers to be given freedom and partnership. We tell our students to follow
vibrant paths. But do we tell ourselves?
Do you, reader, tell yourself? If you don’t, then practice
the son of bitch art of letting go. Be free. If you’ve known clear as day
happiness, you will surely find it again.
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