
The thing is, I don’t
get to choose what attracts my attention. I’ve tried to focus on things that
are supposed to be “good” for me, but it’s not something I can fake. It either
has my attention or it doesn’t. So, no- I really don’t know anything about
letting go.
I remember something my grandfather told me, though. If a
thunderstorm came tearing through while we were driving, some people would pull
over and wait out the storm. My grandfather would always keep driving, even if
it meant driving 5 mph. You’d get out of the storm more quickly, he said, than
if you sat and waited it out. That’s all I’ve got for you. I don’t let go. I trudge on through the storm,
wringing whatever positive I can out of it, until I’m out on the other side.
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Medussa's Myths - Telling the stories of life
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