Letting go.

For the next thirty days, my goal is to try something new every single day. Two days ago, I publicly, via Facebook (go big or go home…), asked for help. And, not surprisingly, the fabulous yoga family of mine, rose to the occasion and, as a result of their support, I neither felt bad nor embarrassed for asking.

Yesterday, I did something a little different. The day started off normally – it was Sunday and I went to yoga. During yoga, I decided to head for the sun and take a road trip. I thought it would be great if my son went with me. After class, I called home to get him started on getting his things together. His response was tepid at best. After all, he is 15 and he was weighing spending time with his mother versus spending time with his best friend. Initially, my feelings were a little hurt. But, from the practice of yoga, I felt myself do something new. Somewhere, between the trip back to the house and the intervening trip to the grocery for supplies, a shift occurred.

I let go of the need to influence the outcome of my son’s decision.  It was me that wanted to be in the sun. And after I made the decision to go with or without him, I let things happen in their own time. I didn’t pepper him with reasons to come with me. I didn’t try to bribe him or guilt him into spending time with me. I went about packing and when he wanted to talk to me about how he was not sure what to do, I listened. I didn’t try to win.

There are always going to be occasions where there is a need to try to sway someone to do something. Try getting a two year old to do anything without some sort of persuasion. But part of my journey is learning not to always bend the will of the Universe to mine and to let go. So I did.

And we had a lovely road trip and told stories and shared a meal and had a terrific time.

Namaste.