Say Something.

it hurts to let go, but sometimes it is just what needs to be done.  This week has been a turning point for me, conversations, experiences, thoughts, and inspirations, all dropped into my consciousness in a very short space of time, and something inside me began shifting.  And then, finally, this song.

Say something, I'm giving up on you.
I'm sorry that I couldn't get to you.
Anywhere I would have followed you.
Say something, I'm giving up on you.

This song haunts my heart, I hear it in my sleep, it speaks to me.

It is time to let go of my old life, of the hurt and the fear and the disappointment.  It is time to give up on some things that just aren't going to work out in a good way.  The song says so.  I AM sorry that I couldn't get to you, but that's not my fault, and it's okay to stop trying.

And so, inspired by the work and words of writer Lissa Rankin, by the power of my NIA dance teacher Pauline, and by the beauty of this song, I am letting go, and letting be.  I am resting, waiting, not grasping for what I think I want or need, but giving it up to the Universe, and letting new things come to me.

I'm giving up on you, I'm cutting you loose, letting go of needing to know where or how you are, I'm giving up on you, but I'm not giving up on ME.

Inspired by NIA, I am RAW, Relaxed, Alert, and Waiting.

I have no idea what might be in store for me, but I know that chasing it won't make it happen if it's not meant to happen.  So say nothing if that's what you want, or fight for my attention if you think that's what you need - either way is fine with me, I'm letting go now, and there's nothing you can do about that.

I am untouchable because I have let go.