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. In 2012, it was a symbol represented by a person. In 2013, I let go fear. In 2014, I let go of humility (or the desire to appear humble). In 2015, I let go of perfection. In 2016, I let go of expectations. In 2017, I let go of things and people I don’t need. In 2018, I let go of constant discovery. In 2019, I let go of expectations. In 2020, I let go of uncomfortable pants. In 2021, I let go of rejection. In 2022, I let go about feeling bad about rejection.

Rejections, disappointments, feeling bad. It’s still around. And as I reflect on this Christmas day (we just came back from Utah!), I can only think of one thing: I would like to say that I let go of being very upset when other people are upset.

Today, on the airplane, I sat in the middle seat next to a mother of two young children. The father was sitting between the two young children across the aisle. Who knows why she decide to sit apart from the children? Maybe it was because she wanted a break. But she didn’t get a break because I could tell that she was more vigilant than the father, constantly monitoring what the children were doing or not doing. Guiding them? But there’s something about parenthood where the young children’s emotions are meant to be seen just as they are.