But, as usual, I find myself fighting to make it happen, fix it, and figure it out.
It's. Not. Your. Battle.
Of course, it should be. I'm responsible. It's my duty, my concern. Letting go of my responsibilities would be imprudent, negligible even, I reason.
I don't understand this letting go very well. It seems counterintuitive. But I've been told to trust, pray, and lay it down.
it's not your battle
These words take time to resonate, and to really learn. But I'm getting there.
