I swallow hard and blink three times.
A warmth washes over me and a peace fills the space where there was turmoil.
I look back on all the months of struggle, internal debate
And I smile at myself.
Because I knew all along what to do.
I resisted for too long.
Out of fear, I pushed it away.
But it always came running back.
And so I took the bait.
And as I jumped, I felt the rush of freedom.
And I smiled.
Because surrender isn’t easy, but it’s wonderful.
It isn’t glamorous, but it’s beautiful.
It isn’t the norm, but it’s necessary.
Never give up, we are conditioned to say.
But sometimes it is the giving up that lets us grow.