Why do I let the past define me? That thought has been circulating in my mind today. Days gone by cannot continue to control my life. I've been governed by it for years. Letting go isn't a matter of giving up. It is about walking away from familiarity. The realization that I don't need it to give me a temporary sense of self. I've said all there is to say about my irretrievable past. A Course in Miracles says, "You cannot really not let go what has already gone. It must be, therefore, that you are maintaining the illusion that it has not gone because you think it serves some purpose that you want fulfilled." I know this is a marathon, not a sprint. I have started over- and over, and over again. I am starting over once more.
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