Second to last post in this challenge- phew! Almost there!
I'm going to take a very literal approach in responding to the term "letting go" and use a pair of photos to provide a visual representation of a time when I had to let go.
|Don't let my smile fool you, my teeth were chattering and my knuckles were white.|
"Letting go" of something whether it be literally, physically, or emotionally is something that is difficult for most people- myself included. I think it is difficult because it is scary. It leaves you vulnerable. It might hurt. It involves taking a risk that has no guarantee to end in your favor.
While showing photos of the time I threw myself off a perfectly good bridge isn't exactly the "deepest" or most insightful route I could have taken with this prompt, I still think it is very symbolic of what letting go can feel like sometimes. As I wrote about here, I never ever had wanted to bungy jump, but there I found myself with my toes hanging over the ledge nearly 50 meters in the air. As you can see in the first photo, my right hand was hanging onto that pole for dear life. What you can't see is that seconds after this photo was taken, they had to send an employee up there to literally pry my fingers off from around that pole. He probably had to do this at least five times before I finally let go. But I did. Finally. I needed a little extra help. But I did let go. And I'm glad I did. I could have been hurt in this process of letting go, but I survived unscathed. And I came out of it with more courage. More confidence. And while I don't feel the need to ever repeat this experience, I'm glad I did it. And I can only hope that this physical experience of letting go might make letting go of other things in my life now and in the future a little easier and a little less scary.
Catch up with my "Blog Every Day in May" challenge here:
Day 20 (I broke my streak- I missed this day...)
Day 27 (So mad that I missed another one... and SO close to the end)Day 28