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I have been letting go. It was obvious in some ways. I donated clothes I did not wear and books I will not read. It was more subtle in other ways. Along with the books I let go of the person I thought I was going to be. The person who would read those books. Letting them go was letting go of this hypothetical future me. That’s why it was so hard to do. I had hung onto that me for years (in…
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