Letters to Myself: Entry Seventy-Three
The life you planned isn't always the life waiting for you. Letting go is one of the hardest things a person can do — but on the other side of it is a peace and a freedom that no amount of planning could have delivered.
Letters to Myself: Entry Forty-Two
Not every ending is betrayal. Sometimes it is simply transition. The silence we resist may be the answer we were meant to hear.
Letters to Myself: Entry Eight
Saying goodbye to summer is never easy. But this year, I realized that letting go opens the door to new growth. Here’s what I’m carrying with me into the fall.