Letting go of the unfinished journey.

As part of the great butterfly adventure, I am cleaning out things. Today I started cleaning out the bookshelves over my desk, and one of the books I decided to pass along is the Artists Way. I tried this book several years ago (15) and never finished.

It's moved with me at least once, and has sat on my book shelf for years, in the hope I'd get back to it.

Even more interesting was that I looked at the journal I kept it. Wow, all those old dreams, old hurts, old ideas. Things I've let long since let go of. I now have new dreams, fresher hurts and newer ideas.

And the thing is, I found my Artist's Way, my own way.

Not to say it doesn't work, or it isn't a great book. It just wasn't my book, or MY way.

I've been letting go of a lot of things lately, and one of the things I've learned to let go of is my old journeys. It's ok I didn't finish, or get where I thought I was going at the time.

And by letting go of the old things, I've made room for the new.