Sing it to me, Joni!
For years, I felt the truth and the sting of Ms Mitchell’s anthem to blown opportunities, ruined relationships, ships that sailed without me. Well, I have changed my tune. Matter of fact, my tune just decided to change itself, thankfully. I don’t know whether or not I’d ever have been smart enough to do it, consciously, but I am grateful for the change. Here’s why.
A whole lot of grief and aggravation is caused by stuff we should let go:
Stuff that has outlived its usefulness (if it ever had any).
Stuff that clutters our view of a brighter future with shards of the past.
Stuff that, if we are honest with ourselves, was never worth what we thought it was, at all.
I clung to my job, for example, longer than I needed, out of fear that, without some external entity verifying my worth, in dollars and cents, that I would have none. I clung to relationships that had run their course, out of fear that I would lose “friends.” I clung to ideas about my place in the world, my limitations, and my weaknesses, because they were ready excuses to stay comfortably and predictably unsatisfied.
Not anymore! I am singing a very different song. As I admitted, this was not the result of some act of conscious soul-searching – I just lucked into the revelation. I wish you the same stroke of luck. By saying goodbye to the stuff that does not really REALLY fit who you feel like being – and that is completely up to you – there’s room to explore stuff that makes your heart sing, and that’s a song that even Joni Mitchell can’t improve.
Sing it to yourself.