There are two songs competing in my head:
Please, release me let me go
I will not let you go
The first song is one I remember from, I think, one of those old K-Tell commercials advertising records (if you remember those). Those are the only words I know from the country song.
The other lyrics are from a song very familiar to me. Queen’s Bohemian Rhapsody seems to have garnered a popularity that extends far beyond it’s 70’s release. There are two voices singing in a tug-of-war. One pleading to be let go and the other defiantly proclaiming he will not let go.
It’s a familiar internal battle. Anger at the silliest of things, things I can’t change or control, mount in my head. Somewhere in the distant corners of my mind are soothing words saying “release and let it go“. Often those sage words can’t be heard over my pride until I’m nearly undone.
I get ridiculously peeved at the morning traffic. Or at the traffic lights! Frustration over internal bureaucracy seems more justified but, again, my ire will not change what is.
And so the duel goes, day after day until I can sit in calm and give rational thought to my actions.
Losing my cool over congested traffic is not useful nor helpful. I need to follow the words of the first song and practice releasing and letting go.
Things that seem unjust or without merit are harder. Letting go isn’t always the answer but neither is letting them get to me in ways that cause me to lash out in angry words. I need to find a way to use my voice in helpful ways to create beneficial change. Or at least contribute to the conversation.
I’m not a quiet kind of person. For some crazy reason, I think my opinion matters. The key is to release my words with grace. And then to let them go with equal amounts of grace. If I can do that, the anger and frustration will also be released. And that’s what I really want to let go.