Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Grab the Balloon. It's time to let go of what doesn't matter.

There comes a time when, for whatever reason, we need to let go of whatever it is we have been hanging on to, retelling, berating ourselves about, punishing another for and generally allowing the big pain in our asses to stay put, and hell, even sometimes shoving it back up there ourselves because we get so used to it!

 

This article is about letting it go. Not with poise, glamour and grace, but picking it up (metaphorically speaking) swearing at it, thanking it for whatever its purpose was, and then kicking it the curb like last season’s fluro knits with shoulder pads. You know the speech, “ yeah, thanks, it was super for a while (was it really?), but I’m moving on.” That kinda thing.

 
Walk away from whatever or whoever it may be that no longer serves you.
Image from flickr.com

There  comes a point, and for me it was my mid thirties, where I just ceased to continue to give things that didn’t matter energy as though they did. I stopped questioning my every thought, worrying about what people might think or what might happen in the future, and I just let go.
 

Although at this point I must say that I feel that ‘let go’ is a slight misnomer because I didn’t so much ‘let go’ of stuff, as I did hold tighter to my own view and interpretation of the world. I liken this to an image I once saw where a little girl clung tightly to a balloon and stared intently, so intently in fact, that the balloon started to lift her off the ground. All she could see was the awesomeness of the balloon. The balloon, for me, symbolized the present moment and every bit of energy and focus the little girl had went into dissecting the balloon for every fragment of beauty it contained. She didn’t worry about what it used to be, or what it would become, or whether it would deflate, she just soaked it in. She loved it completely and was completely in the moment.

 
Lift with Lightness.
Stunning image from Jonathon LeVine Gallery.

Letting go of needless baggage has this same lightening effect. Depending on the load we drop we really can feel like our feet are lifting off the ground. I know a woman who recently gave up her quest for this certain weight that she thought she believed she should be in order to experience happiness, because she realized that she actually found other women with her frame very attractive. She didn’t really believe, in her own heart of hearts, that she needed to be thinner, but she had been seduced in thinking that she did by a number of influential people and factors in her world. We are all guilty of this at some point. Whether its punishing ourselves for being single, when we secretly enjoy it (but may not know it), or staying in a certain job not realizing that the security it offers means more to us than experiencing the uncertainty of trying something new.

 

Letting go is simply about choosing to value certain voices in our heads more than we do others. And perhaps these others have pervaded our minds and thoughts for quite some time. Our mother's disapproving passive aggression leads us to question the motives and intent of everything that is said around us. The experiences of a few gigantic dickheads in our past leads us to hear that all men are untrustworthy. The few harsh words from a past employer can pervade our current work even though we have had years of experience and growth in between. Hear them. Name where they come from. Let them go.

 

I found a conversation I had recently with a woman at my local swimming pool astoundingly insightful and provocative. This delightful soul, who I shall nickname ‘Birdie’ told me that whenever she calls her mother via Skype, she wears a scarf knitted for her by loved ones, to cloak her in love, and holds a saucepan lid in front of her belly. I asked her, "why a saucepan near your belly?" She replied that she felt her mother’s verbal attacks mostly in her stomach. She used the saucepan lid as a physical shield to metaphorically deflect the blasts. Birdie decided that rather than take her mother’s comments on board any more, she would simply deflect them, and used a physical object to help her remember to do so.

 

We can do exactly the same thing! Perhaps not by carrying a saucepan at our bellies, but with an amulet or other chosen object to remind us of a new way of thinking. A preferred identity if you want to use the psychotherapist terminology for it. You might carry a rock in your pocket, like on the movie ‘Mental’ to remind you of an experience. Or wear a piece of jewellery to remind you of your worth, like in Breakfast at Tiffany’s. You might hold something dear that was given to you by someone you admire, like Judd Nelson in the Breakfast Club. You might decide that every time you look at your watch you will remember a statement that takes you closer to what you want. Heck you might decide that you always feel best when your fringe looks fierce and never to leave the house without it combed properly. Whatever it takes to help you feel your best, think your best and release what and who no longer works for you, do it!

 

Now is the time. There will never be another time just like this time. It’s time to stop hating what is wrong with now, and instead accepting it as a flaw and graceful component of a gift of a moment you will never have again. Imagine a  birthmark on a diamond or on a face, it's there so will you always know it belongs to you. The only gems without flaws are those made in factories and those are cheap. Why? Because they are false and manufactured. Right now you are in the middle of a diamond. It doesn’t really matter what is going on, just change your mind about it. Recognise it for what it is and know that you have the strength to create what you want out of it. The alternatives to this are not pleasant.

 

It really is time to let it go. Holding on to a story that isn’t working for you any more? An illness? An injury? A person? A job? A relationship? A bunch of stuff? Let it all go. Just keep your eye on the balloon and float away with lightness.
 
 


Dedicated to my longstanding friend who stands no more. May your balloon carry you to the heavens you never found on Earth. xox
Picture from guineveregetssober.com 


 With love and butterfly kisses, Wyld. xxx

 


 

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