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✨ New Year, Same Motto: Drop the Rope ✨
As this new year begins, I’m not making resolutions or grand declarations. What I am doing is reminding myself of the practices that keep me grounded. And one motto keeps coming back to me:
Drop. The. Rope.
Life can feel like an endless tug of war—pulling, proving, persuading, exhausting ourselves trying to get others to meet us where we are. But most of those battles don’t lead anywhere. No one really wins. And honestly, some things—and some relationships—have simply reached their expiration date.
Over the last few years, so much has fallen away from my life. Jobs. Situations. People. Versions of myself I thought I needed. And while it was uncomfortable, I learned something important:I’m still here. I’m still growing. I’m still okay.
These days, I’m far less willing to engage in power struggles, to explain myself endlessly, or to drag people into my world who don’t want to be there. Not everything or everyone is meant to stay. And letting go doesn’t mean failure—it means making space.
Space for peace.Space for clarity.Space for what’s next.
So this year, I’m practicing the art of releasing. Of sitting in the in‑between without rushing to fill the void. Of trusting that what’s meant for me will arrive when there’s room for it.
If it drains me, confuses me, diminishes me, or keeps me in a constant tug of war…I’m dropping the rope.
Here’s to creating space for what truly supports us. 🤍
By Tracy Talks✨ New Year, Same Motto: Drop the Rope ✨
As this new year begins, I’m not making resolutions or grand declarations. What I am doing is reminding myself of the practices that keep me grounded. And one motto keeps coming back to me:
Drop. The. Rope.
Life can feel like an endless tug of war—pulling, proving, persuading, exhausting ourselves trying to get others to meet us where we are. But most of those battles don’t lead anywhere. No one really wins. And honestly, some things—and some relationships—have simply reached their expiration date.
Over the last few years, so much has fallen away from my life. Jobs. Situations. People. Versions of myself I thought I needed. And while it was uncomfortable, I learned something important:I’m still here. I’m still growing. I’m still okay.
These days, I’m far less willing to engage in power struggles, to explain myself endlessly, or to drag people into my world who don’t want to be there. Not everything or everyone is meant to stay. And letting go doesn’t mean failure—it means making space.
Space for peace.Space for clarity.Space for what’s next.
So this year, I’m practicing the art of releasing. Of sitting in the in‑between without rushing to fill the void. Of trusting that what’s meant for me will arrive when there’s room for it.
If it drains me, confuses me, diminishes me, or keeps me in a constant tug of war…I’m dropping the rope.
Here’s to creating space for what truly supports us. 🤍