Maize had been very tired that morning he went off to school. She was still sleeping after he finished eating breakfast, racing out the door with Dad to Miss Straight's morning kindergarten class. Bobby left Maize dozing in her bed in the corner of the kitchen. When he came home for lunch she was gone. This was not going to happen with Rosco. Bobby was not going to lose him like he lost Maize.
So there they were, Rosco pulling at one end of the leash while Bobby kept his foot clamped on the other end. Nope, this time he would keep his puppy close. Rosco pulled. Rosco strained, wanting to be untethered. Bobby remained stoic. Nope not this time.
Rosco would not give up, and Bobby grew tired of keeping him close this way. He never had to do this with Maize. Ever since he could remember Maize came and went always knowing when Bobby needed a doggy kiss. He and Rosco had been at this tug and pull awhile. Bobby did not want to hold onto Rosco this way. It didn't feel right. And, it was just too much work. So he . . . let go. Unleashed Rosco, and let him run into the backyard, into the bushes, off to who knows where. Miss Santori's vegetable garden? Jimmy's house where there was another dog? Wherever?
What is our resistance to letting go? What are we afraid we will never have again if we . . . let go? There are more questions than thoughts on this subject. What are we afraid of losing and never having again if we . . . let go?
A single word appears . . . love. The thought, the thing, the person we resist letting go of is for the love, however dim, that is provided. We, for whatever reason, come to believe what is, is better than none at all. More questions . . . Is there really no love at all for us if we let go, cease resisting the pull of something more?
Fear to find out keeps us from letting go. Fear this is all we were meant for keeps us hanging on. The push/pull so very exhausting. Letting go is an action of courage. Letting go is a trusting in one's Self. Letting go is the only means of answering the questions.
If what we are holding onto were enough, would we be worried about letting go? If the love we so want were with the thought, the thing, the person would we really need to hold on tight? Would we need to hold on at all?
So as Brene Brown says in "Daring Greatly" dare to . . . let go and float.