Time to Dream, Again.

I am allowing myself to dream, again.

It’s funny and ironic how this universe works. For the past 3 years, my journey has been of massive releasing—letting go of control, certainty, expectations, heartaches, unforgiveness, possessions, people…going as far as letting go of my intensely held dreams.

Before you jump into conclusions, hear me out. When I say that I’ve let go of my dreams, it wasn’t because I felt unworthy of them, that I felt incapable of achieving them, or because I lost hope in them. I’ve let go because I needed to experience that I was complete—with or without them.

As I was letting go, I was allowed to peel away layers of who I thought I was, of what I thought I needed to be in order to become this breathing, living thing.

Just a few days ago, I shared about experiencing myself fully as a nobody—a nobody who didn’t necessarily need an identity to be, who didn’t require a better tomorrow to experience wholeness. It was absolutely wonderful. And just like a student finishing an exam, it felt like this experience was my final exam for this chapter on letting go.

So after having let go, it’s now time to welcome, to receive. It’s now time to dream, again.