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Holding On to Let Go -Or- Letting Go to Hold On

Or am I just holding on to whatever I can while going in circles?  

Why is it that I hold on so tight to things that will never matter and have my hands too full to hold on to what does?  

 What is it going to take to extricate myself from these unhealthy worries, obsessions and attachments?  

To release those that I care about to the only one who can really take care of them.  To focus on what is mine to carry. What is truly my responsibility? 

Not with the clasped hand of fear, doubt and anxiety but with a steady, relaxed and trusting hand.  Not a frantic grasping and clinging but rather the simple trusting faith of a little child.

Some of us have learned through experience to hold on with a death grip or risk being shaken off like a pesky bug.  

The fear of letting go so much worse then the fear of holding on.  It becomes a habit and a way of thinking to the point that it becomes just the way we are.

And yet...  Our lives don't have to stay in this vicious cycle of holding on until we fall off.  

We have a choice.  

A choice to let go, release and to heal.  To be free. Letting Go to Hold On to the Only One who sets us free.






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  1. The RobertsMay 20, 2011 at 7:37 AM

    i want that last choice...i hate having and running around with all the anxiety most days. it causes me to focus on all the wrong things.

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  2. Heather Ann GillMay 20, 2011 at 9:09 AM

    Maybe we can do it together! I agree that the anxiety turns our focus to all the wrong things! Two boundaries that I'm reinforcing right now are time -just to think or not think- and setting up my calendar better to reflect my priorities.

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