If you’re at all like me, it’s hard to say goodbye.
It’s hard to say goodbye to someone who’s leaving this world.
It’s hard to say goodbye to who you used to be, to how life used to be.
We have a funny way of holding on to things for far too long.
This year especially, I need to say thank you for reminding me that it's OK to wrestle with goodbyes, and that it's equally OK to embrace life as it is.
Reading your emails, and listening to how brave you’ve had to be has made me a braver person. I am grateful to have a community that shows me how to be vulnerable and real.
You’ve given my grief more meaning: branches to reach further than I could have alone. You teach me to want to be human instead of needing to be perfect. You teach me truth, whether it’s beautiful or not.
Letting go isn’t always a beautiful thing, though it can be. Mostly, it’s a necessary thing.
Whether you’re saying goodbye to a person, a whole year (i.e. 2020) or something from your past you don’t need anymore, I hope this poem lets you know that it’s OK to be right where you are.
It's OK if you're human instead of perfect.
If you can’t let something go, this goodbye poem is about letting things be, instead.
I hope these words give you a moment — where everything is alright.
Life is made of moments. You're allowed some time to honor what's been and embrace life even as it is, but you have to allow it for yourself.
Let yourself be a process, too.
There is part of me you take with you
when you go,
part of me you carry now
for me to say goodbye to.
I will take what life has given me and throw away
not a minute.
Everything I’ve ever loved,
I will keep it all inside.
My heart, bear witness to all the goodness in my life.
What has shattered me, let it move me.
I will learn how to rise.
I will keep an open mind.
I will not stop trying.
Let old ways find their place.
New wisdom is
There is beauty here too, in how a heart
keeps on beating:
In all of this, I reside.
I've found a truth lives on inside of me —
a river unfolding, a constant bend,
yet a river always of itself.
I have a duty to bear witness to the places I’ve been.
I am here to lay claim to the waters and the earth
and the skies that made me.
I will not stop trying.
. . .
What are you grateful or proud to carry with you (a lesson, a strength, a memory) as you move into another year?
Tell me in the comments. Together, we carry on.
All my love,
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