Holding On Is Bananas!
Today I let go of an emotionally charged piece of jewelry given to me by someone I loved very much. I cried because it was hard to let to let it go, but it was even harder to keep it. It would be like having a beloved pet died; I would mourn his or her loss, but I wouldn’t keep his or her carcass after.
I know, this post is super inspiring and uplifting! Seriously, I have a point. I have long loved this Elephant Journal article about letting go of what we want in order to live the lives we were meant to live using the metaphor of monkeys, bottles, and bananas.
The captor places a banana inside a bottle with a long, slender neck. The unwitting monkey can easily slide his long, little, monkey arm into the bottle to grab the scrumptious fruit. But when he tries to tug the wide banana through the narrow hole and refuses to let go, he inadvertently traps himself. The silly monkey could easily get many more free bananas in the jungle, but because he can’t let go of this particular banana, he is scooped into his captor’s sack. (Though I’ve summed up the point of it for you, I recommend you read the whole piece; the author makes a really compelling case using anecdotes from her own life.)
I do this to myself constantly: I become so fixated on one goal that I am blind to all the ripe, abundant possibilities around me. I have learned the hard way, time and time again, that I have to let go of the goddamn banana in the bottle so that I can scamper into the trees and enjoy all the plentiful bunches around me.
Selling this piece of jewelry was me letting go of the freaking banana. I really thought I was supposed to be with this person. I did everything I could to make it work. By letting go of a gift that I loved and was super attached to, I have let the Universe know that I am ready for freedom, that I am smart enough to escape my own limited parameters of how I think my life should be.
This is terrifying and cathartic and sad and thrilling. But it sure beats being stuck in a sack!