There’s a tree outside my bedroom window with one leaf on it.
This one leaf will not let go.
I mentioned I was on a journey to find my true colors. No longer hidden by green chlorophyll, this leaf found its color. It’s red.
But it’s not letting go.
Every morning, I see this stubborn autumn leaf. It hangs on, clinging to a thin branch.
I check on it after rain, after heavy winds—and there it is. Still on its tree in mid-December.
I said I was a leaf. I think I’m this one. The one that won’t let go.
Why am I holding on to who I was?
People change. Priorities change. Experiences shape and reshape us. Why do we resist?
Is it difficult to accept? Do we become complacent? Are we uncomfortable admitting we are not who we thought we were?
I’m thinking all of these are rooted in fear.
So, while I’ve found some of my true colors, I’m finding it difficult to let go.
A friend asked me why I continue thinking of myself as a woman I clearly no longer am. I didn’t have an answer.
But now I know that I am afraid.
My Sunday thoughts in 200 words or less.
Do you have difficulty letting go of who you were? Why? What is stopping you from moving on?