Letting Go to Let Life In

A Reflection on Release, Identity, and the Sacredness of Space

This is the first piece in a four-part reflection on emotional release, connection, healing, and return.

It opens the path for what follows in The Last Call, When I Stopped Hiding, and What Real Healing Looks Like. Read next: The Last Call.

After exploring the ways false hope can quietly erode our self-trust, I found myself reflecting on the next step: what it means to release not just the illusions, but also the patterns, identities, and attachments that once made us feel safe. This piece is about that release. Not a dramatic letting go, but a quiet, steady kind. The kind that makes space for truth. The kind that lets life in.

Where stillness meets surrender. A moment of clarity, presence, and the peace that follows letting go.

A Dream of Spaciousness

I dreamt I was in a loft.

The ceilings were high. The room was filled with beautiful furniture.

It felt expansive, full of possibility, but also heavy.

Heavy with the weight of too much.

The furniture was elegant, personal, meaningful.

In my dream, I was moving things.

Some pieces no longer belonged.

Others felt too large for the life I have now.

There was tension around me. Disagreements. Unspoken discomfort.

Still, I stayed focused.

I was creating space.

Shaping the room to reflect who I am today.

When Waking Mirrors the Inner Shift

I woke with a clear feeling.

Not sadness. Not urgency. Just stillness.

A quiet recognition that something inside me was shifting.

And it was not just a dream.

Across the ocean in Canada, I have furniture in storage.

Pieces from another life.

The last time I stood in that space, I was with my ex-husband.

I cried so deeply I could hardly speak.

Around us were souvenirs from our travels, keepsakes from our children’s early years,

and a jewellery box my son made from a cookie tin when he was little.

Some objects carry lifetimes, not in their size, but in their meaning..

It was more than furniture.

It was a time capsule.

A collection of memories, identities, and versions of myself I had not yet fully released.

Letting Go Means Letting Truth In

What we keep, what we move, and what we let go of are never just physical choices.

They reflect inner transitions.

Letting go is not about forgetting.

It is about releasing meaning.

Releasing the version of ourselves that held that meaning.

Often, what is hardest to release are not objects, but patterns.

Habits that once soothed us, but now quietly keep us from presence.

We scroll through phones, refreshing feeds.

We check messages we do not care about.

We pour a drink, book a dinner, or stay busy.

We surround ourselves with people and plans.

Not always because we long to connect,

but because we are trying to outrun something deeper.

These rituals are not always about desire.

Sometimes they are about fear.

Fear of boredom.

Fear of loneliness.

Fear of what might rise in silence.

I have felt that too.

Not because I was truly seeking something,

but because stillness made space for emotions I was not ready to meet.

Yet that space is where truth lives.

It is where peace begins.

And where the self we are becoming waits.

Choosing What to Carry Forward

A friend recently shared that she was redesigning her home.

She was letting go of furniture.

Not because it was broken,

but because it no longer reflected who she had become.

Her words stayed with me.

Perhaps they shaped the dream.

Furniture is never just furniture.

It holds us.

Shapes how we live.

Anchors us to the past.

Sometimes we carry what is heavy not because it serves us,

but because it feels familiar.

The loft in my dream felt like my inner world.

Bright. Spacious. Full of potential.

But crowded with what no longer fits.

This is not only about rearranging.

It is about redefining how I want to live.

Both within myself and in the space around me.

Sacred space begins in stillness, the place we resist, yet need most.

Letting Go as a Return

Letting go is not a loss.

It is liberation.

A quiet and steady kind of freedom.

The freedom to say with clarity,

This no longer fits, and I am ready to release it.

The freedom to treat space itself as sacred.

I am now in a season of curation.

Choosing with intention what to carry forward.

Releasing with care what no longer belongs.

I do not have all the answers.

But I know this.

The life I am creating breathes more freely.

It is shaped not by expectation, but by choice.

Letting go is not forgetting.

It is remembering what truly matters.

Sometimes presence arrives when we stop seeking and simply allow ourselves to be.

And You?

Have you felt it too?

Carrying what no longer fits, yet still feels familiar?

Maybe it is a habit

A pattern

A part of yourself you have outgrown but have not fully released

If there were just a little more space

What might begin to breathe?

The Last Call” will be live Thursday. Check back to continue the series.

Part 1: Let Go to Let Life In

Part 2: The Last Call

Part 3: When I Stopped Hiding

Part 4: What Real Healing Looks Like