I've had three really tough lessons in letting go this year. First, when my husband left us in March. Then again when my dad died in June. And then in August, when my husband left us once again.
I should be good at letting go by now. But I'm not. No matter how many lessons I've been given.
What I have learned, however, is that it's definitely a process. And it does happen as time passes.
That's really the only thing that's lent me any comfort lately. I know that the letting go will happen.. Is happening... Not nearly fast enough, of course, but it's always in process.
It's painfully slow, and mostly unnoticeable.
But then suddenly one day you realize- hey, I don't hurt as much as I used to. That's when you recognize the process.
And you gain strength.
And you keep going on.
And keep letting go.