Letting go: two words that are becoming increasingly central to my life.
Letting go of the past, clearing the baggage, seeing old patterns emerge but refusing to fall into their tempting groove.
Letting go of expectations: shunning societally approved markers of adulthood, and facing the fear of living my life.
Letting go of the self I have clung onto to protect me from the reality of being my self.
Today, I let go of my self-imposed control. Three fast food wanks. The first failed to satisfy the hunger. The ones that followed proved the point.
I am still holding on.