In July of this year I decided to move to the West of Ireland. A dream of mine for about three years, that I only this year developed the courage to follow through on. And in August I settled on the perfect town to move to: Westport, Co. Mayo.
I then spent six weeks or so searching for the perfect house to live in. I had many specific requirements, and needed to be reasonably picky about my new home. But my pickiness seemed to be paying off when I found the perfect house that not only met, but exceeded all my needs. I was delighted!
Oh I didn't want to let go! But I knew I needed to. So I set the intention to surrender and spent a day and a half singing the song "I surrender all" to myself, over and over.
In July of this year I decided to move to the West of Ireland. A dream of mine for about three years, that I only this year developed the courage to follow through on. And in August I settled on the perfect town to move to: Westport, Co. Mayo.
I then spent six weeks or so searching for the perfect house to live in. I had many specific requirements, and needed to be reasonably picky about my new home. But my pickiness seemed to be paying off when I found the perfect house that not only met, but exceeded all my needs. I was delighted!
But then it all fell apart at the last minute, and I realised that I had become too attached to the dream of living in that house. Not only that, but I reluctantly accepted that I had become too attached to the dream of living in Westport. I realised I needed to detach.
Oh I didn't want to let go! But I knew I needed to. So I set the intention to surrender and spent a day and a half singing the song "I surrender all" to myself, over and over.