Let Go or Be Dragged.

Can you read between the lines on my little chalkboard and see the well-meaning soul trying so hard to make something happen? Giving It everything they’ve got!

Time, energy, intellect, research, words, conversation, different approaches . . .

For years, that soul was me.

Chalkboard with Let go or be dragged written on it.

Holding on like their life depends on it! Because they think it does. Never realizing that the It, the thing they are trying to make happen, is dragging them. And it’s not pretty.

Bloody, scrapped up, exhausted, both hands cramping from the tightness of their hold, they can’t fathom letting go. After all, if you let go, then what? You just stop? You’re left lying on the ground? Going nowhere?

And aren’t we supposed to be holding on to something? Striving? Achieving? Going somewhere?!?!?!

What I’ve learned is the answer to all of those questions is Yes and No.

Yes, you Stop, but Not for long.

Yes, you will be lying on the ground, but Not for forever as the people that love and care about you will be there immediately to help you tend your wounds and get you back on your feet.

Yes, you will be going Nowhere for a time as sweet stillness is needed for healing, but you need to know that the destination of Stillness is indeed being Somewhere.

Yes, our souls want to hold on and strive and go somewhere, but Not the place you are trying to go if It is dragging you! That’s not how the Universe works. What you Hold On to should bring you joy and love. It should lead you, walk beside you and care for you.

I’m certainly no expert on life, but what I have learned for sure is that I never found what I wanted to Hold On to until I let go of what was dragging me.

Friends, if that’s you today, let go. Let others help you get back on your feet. Begin to heal.

And then when you are ready, you will be able to see something worthy of holding onto in your life.

With love,


About Chalkboard Wisdom

A couple of years ago, I bought a little chalkboard. It’s 3 1/2 inches wide and 8 inches tall. I thought I was going to use it as a grocery list. But then I didn’t.

The chalkboard sat on my kitchen counter. Waiting. Patient. Knowing her true purpose. She wanted to tell me Truths. She wanted me to see, read and learn about life through her simple messages. She wanted to help me discover how to be happy.

Often, not everyday but several days a week, she whispers something in my ear that I know I am to write on the chalkboard. And I do. Always. Without Fail. I trust her and obediently write her words down with the flaky chalk pencil and I usually add a tiny 5-petal flower. 🌸

The words are written for me but I also know that I am to share them. I believe it would be selfish of me to keep them all to myself.

My Chalkboard and I hope you find wisdom in our words that you my carry on your journey. ❤️

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