I just read a really good piece on Letting Go.
*Letting go does not mean to stop caring; it means I
can’t do it for someone
*Letting go is not to cut myself off; it’s to allow
learning from natural
*Letting go is to admit powerlessness; which means the
outcome is not in my
*Letting go is not to try to change or blame another;
it’s to make the most of
*Letting go is not to care for; but to care about.
*Letting go is not to fix; but to be supportive. It’s
not to judge but to
allow another to be a human being.
*Letting go is not to be in the middle arranging the
outcome; but to allow
others to affect their own destinies.
*Letting go is not to be protective; it’s to permit
another to face reality.
*Letting go is not to deny; but to accept.
*Letting go is not to nag, scold or argue; but instead
to search out my own
shortcomings and correct them.
*Letting go is not to adjust everything to my own
desires; but to take each
day as it comes and cherish myself in it.
*Letting go is not to criticize and regulate anybody;
but to try to become
what I dream I can be.
*Letting go is to not regret the past; but to grow and
live for the future.
*Letting go is to fear less and to live more.
My previous entry about William applys. A little background for those who are actually reading this. William and I met back in 1991/92., first as boyfriends and than as friends. I have always considered him my closest friend even though in retrospect I had to do the majority of the work keeping the friendship together. Well as things would be William has been pulling away more and more since I moved back to Seattle in 1997. He eventually stop communicating entirely this past Fall (November 2000). He has yet to let me know why he has decided to end the friendship. The little bit that I have gathered from people we both know is that he doesn’t really see there ever was a friendship. It is difficult for me to let go of our “friendship” even though I know he was very seldom if ever there for me. I know this is the right thing to do. It is also obvious that he doesn’t know what it is to be friends, seeing as he doesn’t have any besides the people he met through me. Well, I am letting go, he is a part of my history and I can still care about him rembering the special things that we shared for awhile in each of our lives. Goodbye William. I will miss you in spite of yourself.