Letting go is something I struggle with. I stew, I fret, I mull, I often describe it as “my mind spins.” I can’t seem to easily let go of things. The biking is a huge help. It is like a cleansing. It is like getting filled up with fun and smiles, pushing the other stuff out of the way.

Tonight at yoga, the teacher presented a definition of “letting go” as our yin thought for the night.

“Letting go is fearing less and loving more.”

I like it. There is a lot of room for reflection in there.