Let Go. What (or whom) did you let go of this year? Why?

In 2010, it was a person. In 2011, it was an idea.

This year, 2012, I let go of a person. Or at least a person who had become a symbol of angst, discontent and self-rejection.

Over the past year, I have made multiple attempts to let go. Whether it was courage or other, I finally let go in late November.

To my surprise, as much as it smarted early on, the pain subsided. Unlike other painful moments, this one healed very quickly.

I can only surmise that it was a wound that festered around a foreign object. Once the foreign object was removed, relief was a delight.

Ever since then, I am lighter. Previously I felt weighed down by an indescribable black cloud of indecision, dissatisfaction and dragged my feet to every decision I made, every moment I thought would yank me out of my unhappiness.