I know I have focused a lot on change and letting things go. It's because I'm in a phase of life right now where change is the only constant thing. People and things continue to move in and out of my life. I have felt like I can't hang on to anyone or anything.

To prove my point; this week I am organizing a mass clean out. I'm cleaning out everything from my clothes and shoes to old stuffed animals and everything else that is in my possession. Anyway, I put sentimental value on EVERYTHING, so getting rid of things is really hard for me. My dear mother definitely put me in my place tonight. She said, "Honey, things aren't meant to be forever. We aren't supposed to hang on to things. Things aren't meant to be forever, and people aren't meant to be forever." And she's right. I shouldn't place value and material things. I have the memories and I don't need things to remind me of the good ole times.

As for the people, ha, well getting rid of my things is only a representation of the people in my life. Sure, there are family members that will be there forever, but other than that, everyone else comes and goes no matter how much they have moved you or how much they meant to you. Maybe it's time to finally accept that fact. Maybe it's time to let go of people.

One of my favorite quotes, which happened to come from the t.v show "Men in Trees", is this: Sometimes it's only when we can let go that we can make room for the rest of our lives. Maybe that's true. My mother just said that, and friend of mine has said it...maybe it's true. I was discussing this quote with a dear friend of mine and she said something that made sense. She said that love is inclusive, not exclusive. Letting go doesn't mean loving someone less. Maybe all it means is just letting them live life with or without me; whatever they choose. I guess it just hurts to know that I choose them, but they don't choose me. And I hang on to that. And it's time to let them go. Just like the old sweater that I absolutely loved in high school. It's still my favorite, but it doesn't fit and I won't wear it, so it's time to let it go.

I only have one fear. What if I let someone go, only to find out they really did want me?