Yesterday I packed up my box and headed out into the big city to let go of my project. This might seem like an ordinary task, but I’d been holding on to this project for years and years, hoping somehow it would miraculously just come together all by itself.
Nonsense of course. It just sat taking up space in my consciousness and in my closet
Today I bravely took the box and thanked the man and told him I was off to other adventures. Seattle, San Juan Islands, and the Oregon coast to be specific. (more on my trip tomorrow)
He agreed to take the box and then went on to talk about other things.
I feel lightheaded, giddy almost. I’ve let it go.
However, it isn’t all together clear if he picked it up.
