Rather than being the easy way out, letting go of a dream can require immense bravery.
It takes courage to say, “enough is enough,” to step off the treadmill and often, away from the support we might have there.
It takes courage to know that your decision will bring sadness and loss, to absorb that as part of you, and to continue to face the world every day.
It takes courage to say good-bye to our dreams or expectations, without knowing what will replace them.
It takes courage to face head on the emotions of grief, sadness and loss, of isolation and otherness, and to feel them fully, working through them, to come out the other side.
It takes courage to step out from the crowd and live a life that is different, and visible (even when we feel invisible).
It takes courage to tell your story, knowing that speaking (or writing) it will make it real.
It takes courage to absorb so much loss and judgement, from others and ourselves, and then to let it go, to acknowledge that we are not responsible for others’ hopes and dreams for us, to accept that without guilt.
It takes courage to fully live and embrace a life different to the one you had planned.
It takes courage to be a heretic, to see and celebrate what we have, not what we have not.
That courage becomes part of us. When we use it, it grows. It has given me courage when facing other losses, other health issues, and our own old age. It has given me courage where and when I didn’t know I had any.