Let It Go

Let it go! Did you say or sing that? I can’t help but sing it, every time! I’m not even going to complain about it either; I love it! Probably even more than Molly! Anyway, this isn’t a post about Frozen so I’ll get on with it shall I? I don’t know what anyone else thinks, but the first week of May has been shocking. Molly seemed to spend the entire week misbehaving and having tantrums. If things could go wrong they did. I got myself in a bad mood and couldn’t get out of it. Then, the mum guilt would set in because I’d shouted at Molly like some sort of crazed banshee like creature (sorry neighbours – I promise I’m a good mum!) Ahem…   A week from hell… It’s fair to say it was a week from hell. There have been a few of them recently if I’m honest! It was finally Friday, but after yet another tantrum from the threenager, and no later than 7:30 am, I didn’t now how much more I could take. I could visualise myself later that day going to the supermarket and buying a massive bottle of gin. I could visualise myself dropping Molly off at nursery at 1 pm on the dot and then heading home. I could visualise myself attempting to do some blogging, but in reality, taking my bra off as soon as I walked in the door, getting my couch potato on and catching up on some box sets. In peace! All alone! Until it was time to pick Molly up make Chris go and pick Molly up because my bra was off and you can’t put it back on after that. It’s the rules! I could even visualise myself pouring and drinking a massive glass of the good stuff as soon as Molly was in bed. It was a bad week. Everything that could go wrong did, and I felt like I was at breaking point. I couldn’t take any more. But, as Friday morning progressed, Molly’s bad mood seemed to disappear, and with that, so did mine. I started to feel excited for the bank holiday weekend ahead. Chris would be off for an extra day which meant we could spend more time together as a family.   Let it go… Once Molly was at nursery and I was sat at home being a couch potato like I planned, feeling like the Stressy Mama of old, I told myself to let it go. Yes, it had been a bad week but the past was just that, the past. There is no point in dwelling on things that have happened and can’t be changed. I needed to let it go, or risk attracting more bad luck to myself. If I was sitting there thinking that something bad would happen, then inevitably, something bad would happen. Whatever you put out into the universe, you receive back from the universe. Dwelling on bad days and holding onto regrets only brings more bad days and regrets. So I took a deep breathe, stepped back, and saw the bigger picture. I needed to take my own advice and let it go. To do that, I made a mental gratitude list in my head and thought about our plans for the coming weekend. I even saw the MRI scan I had to attend on the Sunday as positive because it meant I was finally getting somewhere with the treatment for my endometriosis.   Happy days… As I let it go it felt like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. I felt excited. There wasn’t anything, in particular, to feel excited about but I just did. I was extremely happy. Maybe for the first time in a long time actually. Life is good and I told myself that I shouldn’t let any little stresses stop me from getting on with it. If you are holding on to things you don’t need to, I urge you to let them all go too, if you can. Or if you are worried about something then ask yourself if you can do something to change it. If you can, do it. If you can’t, then just let it go and move on. The universe is on your side so smile, and start living. For me, taking a step back and looking at the bigger picture was enough to enable me to let go of all the stress from the week. What do you do to let go? Sam x