Baggage – Letting go for the life you want now

Baggage | Tyranny of Pink

Since I was a little girl I’ve had this huge bag. It’s big and old. I’ve taken it everywhere.

I carried it to my grandparents when my parents got divorced, I carried it into my father’s house at age 13. I moved with that big bag into my mother’s house and in between, I put so much in it, it could hardly close.

At 19, I packed that bag with even more things too precious to leave behind and I moved it to Cape Town. Broken relationships, wounded hearts, loss and grief. I took it all.

At 23, I picked up that bag and went on an adventure. I dragged it from continent to continent. Across oceans and borders and from one hostel to the next. All along the way, losing little bits along the way but somewhere in South America, I was cheated out of money in a cab ride, I had to put that in the bag.

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I carried that bag with me. Like a trusty old friend who never lets you down. It never failed. 

The older I got, the more rugged it has started to look but I carry it still. Sometimes, it’s a little heavier than usual, bulging at the seams and sometimes, in a good year, it feels a little lighter but it has always been by my side, that trusty bag.

In 2009, I met the man I was going to marry.

He has helped me day by day to unpack the remnants of that bag. It’s a little lighter now. Because of him. Because he holds my hand and shows me that an adventure is still just as fun if you leave without any bags. They say you should marry someone, not who accepts your baggage but who helps you unpack. You’ve got to choose you. You’ve got to choose to let go!

He has shown me, that the contents of that bag, though they haunt me, are nothing but memories. Useless memories that hold me back. I’ve started to unpack.

I always say I don’t need anyone or anything. I needed that bag. I needed to carry all the fears of my childhood, all the dreams of my tomorrows and all the guilt of everything I’ve ever failed at.

let it go

We all fail

It’s the very nature of being human. We are by nature destined to fail at some things and excel at others. It’s not a sign of weakness. Somehow, every failure ends up in that damn bag.

Forgiveness is the process of dropping off your emotional baggage. Tim Fargo Click To Tweet

Maybe it’s finally time to forgive yourself! Maybe it’s time I do.

I don’t think I need it anymore, that big bag. I think I’m ready to let go. I think I’m ready to say goodbye, to put it out with the recycling.

Maybe someone else needs a bag?

I’ve found my peace and I don’t need it anymore.

 

Jonelle

Would love to hear your stories about how you let go of the emotional baggage weighing you down! 

 

 

All (except suitcase image) photo credits to A. Lalui

 

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  4. Heather says:

    What an amazing piece of writing. I read something recently about an actress who said “When you detach from some needs, what seemed to be important before isn’t as important. There’s a lightness that comes with that.” I think that letting go of emotional stuff is something we all need to do, but it can be hard at times.

    • TyrannyofPink says:

      Thank you for thar lovely compliment Heather. I love that. I wish it was something we were able to do but the interesting thing is that the more severe your experiences in life, the easier it become to let go of the smaller issues. I suppose we have to start somewhere don’t we. You’re right though, it really can be very hard.

  5. Andrea Nine says:

    Wow, this is so fitting and ironic because when I chose to let go, I found the love of my life who picked me up out of the pit and gave me a firm place to land. I didn’t need my bag anymore either. I am so happy you let go and so happy that man helped you unpack!!! He’s a lucky guy!!

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    • TyrannyofPink says:

      Thank you Andrea <3
      I don't like saying that he saved me, I'm so independent and always feel like I can take care of myself but he definitely gave me the courage to accept myself and let go and that's pretty special.

      There is nothing quite like someone who loves you unconditionally is there.

      We are part of the lucky few

      xoxo

  6. acidicice says:

    What a beautiful metaphor. Good luck chucking that big ol’ bag out!

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