Release, something often needed but forgotten. I’ve been acknowledging my need for release more consistently in recent years; of old thought patterns, habits, fears, belongings, toxic relationships, all the things that weigh me down. Somehow it can still feel terrifying to let go when I discover something new that’s not healthy for me. There’s something about our societal culture of seeking comfort, pleasing others and being polite as the priority over true satisfaction, personal well being and pursuing things you dream of; all of this conditioning can linger like a chronic illness. I’ve been trying to put my finger on the cure and realized I experience progress when I face my fears head on and allow myself to experience things I used to think I didn’t deserve (like trying a hobby I always said I was bad at or allowing myself to embrace and experience romantic love). There’s something about just simply living and going for what you know in your heart is your path. We don’t owe anything to the past, but rather everything to our present selves.
