Why does letting go feel so hard?

Simplicity Junky

Letting go is synonymous to closing a door. 

Closing a door on the past. On who you once were. 

Closing a door on the present. On aspirations of who you wanted to be. 

Closing a door on a relationship. Someone who has passed and you keep things to remind you of them. 
Children who are grown yet you keep things that remind you of when they were little. 

We worry about what we will miss if we let this thing go. Will I miss playing tennis? Will I miss scrapbooking? Will I miss this book? What about this pair of whatever's that are in "perfectly good condition".

We ruminate on what letting go means about us now. Well I guess I won't ever play golf again/or tennis/or hike/or do yoga. 
Well I guess the time has gone when I will be able to enjoy time like this with my kids. 

The never and always flood our body with emotion and by golly, it just plain sucks. 
And who wants to do something that feels like crap. 

So instead of gaining awareness of our feelings and our stories, we stand up, we stuff it all back in the drawer/cabinet/closet/attic and walk out. 

Our stories and our feelings win again.

The thing we all yearn for is simplification. The freedom of living with less. 
Less stuff.
Less stress.
Less debt.
Less calendar clutter. 

One way to achieve this is by letting go and then organizing what we have left. 

If you are in that space, sitting within that funk of man I hate this, then know you aren't alone. I've coached hundreds of people up and out of that funky junky space. I see the light at the end of tunnel, even when you hiss at me that I'm lying. 

It's there. I promise. 

Let's close the door. Let's walk through the stories. Let's test them for validity. 

Let's try on simple for a time and see how that makes you feel. 

I'll make the bold statement that you will be addicted. Freedom is the simplifier's paradise.