Saturday morning, I was feeling a mite sheepish. Robin and I had flown down to Delaware for his second cousin's bat mitzvah. Towards the end of the service, Elana gave a short speech about some things she had learned. One of those was to learn to let go; you don't need to have the last word in an argument, you don't need to dwell on your mistakes, just move on.
I'd spent the night previous trying to do just that. I have been ramping back my World of Warcraft play time, but was laying awake worrying and stewing over how the alliances and social networks that I set up were doing without me. After 45 minutes of steaming over it, I finally told myself that I had to let go, and simply trust that those who had taken over leadership would do a good job without me. Let Go.
Here I am at 25, and I'm still struggling with lessons that a 13 year old can comprehend.