Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Let Go

I'm in an odd position right now of feeling all self-helpish and empowered (how annoying is that word, by the way? I think it's pretty douchey. I just can't think of a better word) but not wanting to irritate the crap out of you all with a bunch of feel good shit.

Because I know it's annoying. I have the self-appointed life coaches on my Facebook feed and, surprise surprise, they are annoying.

Despite being so crazy busy and overwhelmed though, I feel calm and happy. When anxiety starts to rear its ugly head, I ask myself, "What can I do about this right now?" and if the answer is nothing, I let it go. Seems easy enough, but this is monumental in the life of Ashley, the over-thinker and over-planner. It's a true sign of transformation! (Another annoying word!)

So I'm going to stick two things that I'd like to share in one cheesetastic post and you can do the following:

1. Enjoy it
2. Tolerate it
3. Quietly pretend you're sticking your finger down your throat and make gagging noises.

It's a choose your own adventure kind of post.

I like this poem:

She Let Go
She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.
She let go of fear. She let go of the judgments.
She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.
She let go of the committee of indecision within her.
She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons. Wholly and completely,
without hesitation or worry, she just let go.
She didn’t ask anyone for advice. She didn’t read a
book on how to let go… She didn’t search the scriptures.
She just let go.
She let go of all of the memories that held her back.
She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.
She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.
She didn’t promise to let go.
She didn’t journal about it.
She didn’t write the projected date in her day-timer.
She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.
She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.
She just let go.
She didn’t analyse whether she should let go.
She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.
She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.
She didn’t call the prayer line.
She didn’t utter one word. She just let go.
No one was around when it happened.
There was no applause or congratulations.
No one thanked her or praised her.
No one noticed a thing.
Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.
There was no effort. There was no struggle.
It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.
It was what it was, and it is just that.
In the space of letting go, she let it all be.
A small smile came over her face.
A light breeze blew through her.
And the sun and the moon shone forevermore.
Here’s to giving ourselves the gift of letting go…
There’s only one guru ~ you.

By Jennifer Eckert Bernau

and I like this song: 

That's all. I promise. Maybe we can start each post with a warning, like "Caution: Yoga Ashley ahead" or "Warning: Crazy Ashley posting" so there are no unexpected surprises.

Maybe I'll be back later with a story about little kid's honorary third nipple. 


lola5375 said...

I, for one, enjoyed it! That poem is amazing and not at all douchey ;)

Lisa said...

Ooh. I skimmed the poem because it's SO long. Then I liked the parts I read, so I went back and read the whole thing and almost started crying at the thought of *really* letting go. I'm thinking of my dad, and the fact that there's no control to be had in that situation to begin with, but even just letting that anxiety go is hard.

Also - those ladies look like they're beckoning me to the lake so they can drown me!

elaines630 said...

I really liked the poem. It's exactly what I've been trying to do lately.

A little cheese is good sometimes! ;)