Clinched Fists

To all you blogees, blogsters, and blog-addicts, before you go off pegging me as a disgrace to the world of blogging, just keep in mind that the pot has been stirred one too many times the past few weeks. I've had thoughts running wild like a beastly stallion let lose in the middle of the night. In other words, my thoughts thus written (or should I say typed) are ones of insanity. Excuse me while I share.

We are all so good at holding on. In fact, I think I've mastered the art of keeping a tight grip on my life. If it is not our own strength that enables us to surrender and finally let go, then it must be something stronger and greater than that which always gets in the way - self.

I sure have mastered the art, have you? I have a serious condition. I have clinched fists. It's like a horrible disease that one acquires. Like much of clinched fist scenarios, it takes an even tighter grip to rip apart the glue of not letting go.

For some of us, we hold on tightly to our financial accounts and the money that we find to give us instant gratification. There are others that place a firm grip upon the souls of others, wanting to never have to walk away from relationships and people even when it is in their best interest. There are also those of us who are terrified to leave one job while fearing that the next will not support, satisfy, or fully fulfill.

It is not uncommon to find that the very things that we place our grip on, are so closely linked and connected to memories and seasons that are not meant to gain ownership in. You see, sometimes in order to gain all that which we desire, we must walk away from the very things that we have so foolishly mistaken as necessities in life. All of this money, these people, or careers do not make us who we are, they merely inform the very details of our being.

We hang on tightly in fear that by letting go, we will never attain something greater. I don't know about you, but I'm so tired of claiming ownership over something that isn't even mine. Why not relinquish the responsibility and lighten the load a bit?

I've decided to start traveling light.

If I want to get anywhere in life, I'm going to have to lighten my load and travel with little. If I desire to move forward, I must shed some of things that I carry with me in unnecessary frustration of weighted pain. It's time to travel freely through life with arms wide open.

No longer will I live with clinched fists.