Every now and then, I feel that familiar ache of things unraveling. Quiet things. Invisible threads loosening in the background of my life — routines, relationships, roles I’ve outgrown but clung to anyway.

 

Letting go of these things you’ve outgrown can feel like giving up, like admitting you’ve failed at something you once wanted so badly. But something in me knows — the longer I hold on, the heavier it becomes. So I want to practice opening my hands. Loosening my grip…and making space. Space for something different. Space for new beginnings. 

 

And in that space, I know something will shift. Not loudly, not all at once — but like the tide pulling back to make room for the next wave. I don’t need to know exactly what is next. I just need to trust that something else could be. 

 

I’m learning that letting go doesn’t mean erasing the past — it means honoring what was, and allowing what is to have its turn.

 

It’s uncomfortable sometimes, not having all the answers.

 

But I’m finding peace in the pause, in the open space between chapters.

 

There is beauty in the in-between — the tender, uncharted stretch before something new begins. Maybe beginnings don’t always start with fireworks. Maybe they begin with breathing room. Maybe they sound like silence before a yes.

 

So this week, I trust that letting go brings new beginnings.