Letting Go

I am listening to "Let It Go" from Frozen on repeat, and in the quiet that the wee hours bring, I am soaking in some serious truth. This space is usually reserved for words so different. Words that seem so much more sacred than these. Somehow, though, I am still finding sacred. 

In so many ways I find myself relating to Elsa. I am the queen in my very own kingdom of isolation. I too wear gloves that guard my emotions.  I skirt through life in the shadows, shrinking away from the light, and hiding behind my mask. My fears of how others might think or react culminate in a swirling storm inside.

Let it go, let it go

Can't hold it back anymore

Let it go, let it go

Turn my back and slam the door.

Slowly, I feel a melting. My icy resolve to hide...to be all that others expect me to be...it is slowly disappearing. Left behind is the me I am supposed to be...that I am called to be. 

No more hiding. No more holding on to the mask. The gloves are off...I'm letting go. 

I can finally breathe.