Letting Yourself Go

As I embark on my final semester as a Sigma Kappa leadership consultant, I reflect on the immense joys, challenges, experiences, and personal growth this job has provided me.

When I consider who I was at the beginning of this journey, I am grateful to my former self for having the courage to take a step into the unknown. Two years ago, my life was burdened with a restless, unshakeable desire that where I was was not where I was supposed to be. It’s a complicated feeling to explain, one I still do not fully understand to this day. However, at the time, it was a stronghold. It superseded every other emotion and desire for comfort and familiarity I possessed. It was enough to move me to towards action. Letting myself go was one of the toughest decisions I have made in my young life, but one that has rewarded me multiple times over.

Perhaps some of you can relate to this feeling. Maybe you have been in this place before, or find yourself in this place now. For you, maybe letting yourself go does not necessarily translate to travel and exploration. For you, maybe letting yourself go means switching careers, going back to school, or quitting your job entirely. For you, maybe letting yourself go means pursuing a goal, a dream, or a relationship you feel you deserve. For you, maybe letting yourself go simply means walking away from something that has held you for too long.

Whatever it may be, giving yourself the permission to take a step will require courage. I believe it is human nature to wait for ideal conditions before making a move. It is not until we have the time, space and means to go that we will actually do it. One of my favorite illustrations of this is in Dr. Seuss’s famous book “Oh the Places You’ll Go!” Seuss describes this as The Waiting Place. Unsure what we are really waiting for, we can remain in this stage for months or even years. For me, guilt over leaving my family and friends almost kept me in The Waiting Place.

Although moving to Indiana might not seem like a stretch to some, for me it has been enough. Moving allowed me to find a greater sense of clarity in who I am and the desires I hold for myself. I discovered I did not have to necessarily find where I was meant to be to quiet the restless feeling. Instead, the feeling subsided through the act of doing. The journey, not the destination. Now, I have relief and assurance in myself, as well as the courage to keep moving forward. It is my hope you find this, too.



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