Letting Go of What Was Never Mine
There’s a strange kind of grief in releasing something you never truly had. A friendship that only existed in your effort. A relationship where you were the only one holding on. A version of your life you clung to because it felt familiar, not because it felt right. I’ve been learning that sometimes the hardest things to let go of are the things that were never really mine to hold. The comfort I tried to find in uncomfortable places. The people I tried to keep who were never meant to stay. The roles I played in lives I no longer belong to. But letting go doesn’t always mean losing—it can mean choosing. Choosing to grow. Choosing to explore new memories, new connections, and new parts of yourself. And maybe, just maybe, choosing to finally feel free. Lately, I’ve been sitting with the idea of change — real change. The kind that stretches you, pulls you out of your familiar places, and asks you to trust what you can’t yet see. There’s a job opportunity that might mean relocating, and whi...
