There is a freedom I’ve found in letting go. At first it was a little unpleasant to unclench my fists… they’d been holding on so tightly for so long. It felt strange. But my arms unfolded, my hands opened, and I realized how much easier it was to breathe. I’m not even sure what I was holding on to exactly. A few dreams. But I think they’d slipped away when I wasn’t looking. And with arms wide open, I’m free to embrace again. A little less tightly.