“That’s it; that’s the post,” as the internet and those on it often say. Let go; let grow.
I’ve noticed that the more I continue to let go—even a little, even little by little, sometimes in a big, white-flag moment of surrender—of expectation, of control, of need, of attachment to outcome, of urgency, of not-enoughness, of perfection, the more I myself grow, the more I create a welcoming space for others to grow around me, and the more I allow for the organic development of whatever the moment is that I am in. And once I do it, it often feels like such exhilaration. Like sending a pass into the beyond, like jumping into the water below, like throwing up my hands on a ride.
Like a friend who loves to tend succulents said to me back when we were both managers, about caring for succulents, about management, about life: “The less you try to control and do, the better.”
So, I’m letting this post go, just as it is, and letting this writing and space grow, into whatever it is.
Letting go, letting grow.
Posted in inspiration of sharing this with a colleague-turned-friend, Hanna. 💐