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Dear Daughter,

As a child, I always had the hardest time crossing monkey bars. After holding on tight for a while and reaching for a few bars, I would always grow tired, dropping to the ground. So, I would run to other areas to play. The slides and swings were my favorite. That’s where I was most comfortable. Those play areas were much easier and didn’t take as much effort.

There’s nothing wrong with swings and slides, but I was often left alone to play by myself while all my friends went to conquer those rusty, old, dirty monkey bars. For me, the monkey bars were hard and they took so much time. For some reason, I just didn’t have the strength it took to reach forward with one hand and let go with the other to make it to the other side… Go figure…

Just as I had a tough time reaching and letting go physically, I have often found myself in the same emotional mindset as an adult, maneuvering through life’s playground, never straying from the most comfortable play areas. I wouldn’t dare go near those rugged, old bars. As long as I don’t touch them, maybe no one will notice they’re there. The truth is that people may not always see the broken fragments of your heart, which are constantly buried deeper and deeper from daily debris, but it does not negate the fact that they are still there and sometimes it is difficult to move on. If you want to see those broken fragments healed, you have to step out of your comfort zone, letting go of what was and reaching toward what will be. My love, always remember, “Getting over a painful experience is much like crossing monkey bars. You have to let go at some point in order to move forward.”

 Respect the Process,

Ana J.

 

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