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I woke up this morning feeling angry, sad, and frustrated.

Maybe it was something I dreamt that threw me into this state of mind.

Or maybe the Full moon this weekend cleared something from my space that is now, with its last grips on my spirit, using all the energy it has left to rattle my cage.

I am a spiritual person, but everyday isn’t dandelions and sunflowers. Some days I have to work for my joy. Today is one of those days.

I like to remember that the only struggle that exists is the one that I am giving a name to. This doesn’t mean that if I ignore it, it will go away – but it does mean the story I attach to it and give my struggle purpose – it’s likely to linger longer.

So instead, I close my eyes. I take a deep breath. And I give myself permission to let go of the struggle, without needing to know what any of it means. Surrender. Release. Repeat.

Click to Tweet: Surrender. Release. Repeat.

In this process, I realize that there was a small part of me that wanted to hold onto the anger. I asked why and got the answer that there was something I needed to prove.

I didn’t need to know anymore – I could clearly hear my ego speaking and then I chose to let that go it.

So now, with my bacon and coffee, and this letter to you. I feel much better. Lighter. Brighter.

Click to Tweet: You are not stuck where you are unless you decide to be. РWayne W. Dyer

Continuing to Surrender,