That's a funny saying, isn't it? "Let go". It could mean a variety of things. Some good, some bad, some indifferent.
(A couple weeks ago), for me, "let go" was a very bad thing.
I was let go from my job. With a company I've worked for for 11 years. Purely budgetary reasons, I'm assured - nothing at all personal against my performance. I'm not the only one to go.
Still - it sucks.
I spent (that day) with Hubby, my mom, and Sweetie. I networked via email with friends, family and blogging/writing associates. I made the most of my day.
I'm glad I did, as it all helped me realize something very important.
I'm good. Hubby, Sweetie and I are all good. This is an opportunity. This is the kick in the butt I needed. Now I can get on with my life, pursuing the sort of career I truly feel passionately about.
I'm actually excited. I'm optimistic. I'm setting off on a brand new path - eager to realize my dream career. Writing, editing, educating - these are my passions. These are the areas I'm skilled in and the career path I'm eager to finally - confidently - plant my feet on and march on down. I can do these things. I've been doing them. Now's my chance to actually make a career out of them.
I'm good now. Soon, I will be great!
Oh, and one more thing. I'm going to make the most of this extra time with Sweetie before she heads off to kindergarten in the fall. This, right now, is the last bit of time when Hubby and I can really decide how she'll spend her days. This time with her is truly a gift.
Here's to the future. Here's to pursuing one's passions.
Here's to letting go.
Reprinted from Sweetie & Me: Spina Bifida Moms.