Letting Go

You know those old worn out sweats you have. C'mon, don't be shy, you know what I'm talking about. Those sweats that you have had for years, the ones covered in everything from paint specks to your weekly mint julep mask. The one pair with the little hole in the back, the hole where you caught yourself on a log camping two summers ago. Oh, and don't forget that one red spot on the knee where you spilled red wine on yourself during a bout of giggles. We all have those one pair of sweats that you just can't give up. They have been with you through your skinny days, chunky days, color your hair days, clean the house days, the "there is no freaking way in hell I am going out tonight" days and of course the classic, "I'm not in the mood " days. Only God knows why in the hell you still have them, but for some reason, you never let them go.

Letting go is one of the hardest things to do in life. It doesn't matter whether it's your disintegrating sweats, a trying friendship, an expiring love, or a career change. When you're used to something, someone, anything and it is no longer there; it is tough. Real tough. You analyze every ounce of feeling in your body and question if letting go will truly make a difference.

A smart woman once said, "The doors we open and close each day decide the lives we live." She's right. I mean, hey, what if I could capture "The First Sweats to Have Been Rejected by Salvation Army Award." What if that old friend is just needing to get laid? What if that love is only requiring a jump-start? What if that career change ends up dropping you off the deep end? I could swim in a sea of what-ifs, but deep down I know that smart woman is right. The life I want to live requires me to make these significant changes. The life I dream of is almost here. I am making the right decisions. Now, on to change out of these dreadful sweats.