*this is an update on a post from January 7, 2012
Picture yourself standing on a dock and everything you want to release from your life has been placed into a small boat; picture yourself untying the boat from its moors and giving it a gentle push. Picture the boat floating away and, with it, all that you want to be rid of.
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I’ve released relationships that drain my soul and pull me down; I’m responsible for me, not them.
I’ve released my need to say yes to everyone but myself and learned “no” is not a four letter word.
I’ve released old habits and opened the door to new. I’ve made room for wonder, splendor, excitement and creativity.
I’ve released fears about what’s to come and trust what Mom always said: I’m more than capable of handling whatever comes my way.
I’ve released my tendency to give it all away; I’ve learned not everyone deserves some of what I’ve got.
I’ve let it go.
Get back here boat, I want to get in, along with my three traveling companions: joy, hope, and happiness.
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“Now then, Pooh,” said Christopher Robin, “where’s your boat?”
“I ought to say,” explained Pooh as they walked down to the shore of the island, “that it isn’t just an ordinary sort of boat. Sometimes it’s a Boat, and sometimes it’s more of an Accident. It all depends.”
“Depends on what?”
“On whether I’m on the top of it or underneath it.”
― A.A. Milne,
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What will you place in your boat? Will you load it up and push it away? Will you get in?