I’ve been pondering the difference between giving up and surrender. To me, giving up feels like abandoning a dream. Walking away from something unfinished. Not being brave, perhaps. Not giving it your all.
Surrender, to me, feels like handing it over to a power greater than myself. Acknowledging I don’t know what will happen if I let go, of an idea, of a dream, of a way of being, but trusting it will be okay.
With love, I surrender anything that does not serve my highest good.
I make room for light.
I let it be.