Prise - a hold, a grip
I wish I had more grace. I wish I knew more about history. I wish I learned lessons more easily. I wish I were more serene. I wish I knew what I am supposed to be doing. I wish I didn't use self-destruction as a coping mechanism. I wish I drank more tea and less coffee. I wish I had more tools in my tool box.
I had a dream the other day in which I jumped off a beautiful cliff. I didn't hesitate, I just jumped and wondered if I would be afraid. I wasn't. It felt amazing. I felt relieved and free. It wasn't a suicide jump, it was a lâcher prise. It was a hold I let go of.
Question of the day: when was the last time you let go of your hold?