Letting go of things in every day life means that one has admitted to oneself that she is not in charge of everything anymore. Growing old does that, and there are benefits. We get to make our own decisions as to clothes, travel, food, and reading choices. We don’t have to be resposible for others and continually be monitoring homework, play dates, teeth brushing, laundry, and meals served on time.
Giving up the control for anyone but ourselves means we can’t direct our grandchildren’s lives either.
Our technology lets us do things like go on road trips with minimal planning, but even the driver gives over control to the computer and follows directions from the disembodied voice on her cell phone.This saves having to read and understand print maps but conditions on the road don’t always guarantee smooth driving and correct following of the directions given. Only repeated use of the route lets the driver back in total control.
We have to know when to give up on things too. Learning a new skill like abstract grids or a new language is sometimes so difficult that a wise person won’t struggle with the brick wall of lost memory, but give in gracefully and return to those activities that are back in the comfort zone.
Letting go people who you thought were friends forever is the hardest. Sometimes both parties move on to other interests, sometimes the connection dies because of lack of communication. When letters by the basket full get sent out but there are no replies for years, and nobody seems to have the time for the old fashioned skill of hand written or typed notes, then it is time to console yourself with the past memories and agree that new ones are not going to be made.
The best way to do this is to write for oneself, and send it out to the universe, and don’t worry about a reply. It is a note in a bottle, with no return address.