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Monday, July 7, 2025

Holding On, Letting Go — and Finally Choosing Me ~Sherri Easley


Most of my life, I’ve been someone who holds on to things that do not serve me.

I hold on to people long after they’ve drifted or betrayed me. I hold on to jobs that drain me. I hold on to routines, roles, and responsibilities out of loyalty, out of love, out of the fear that if I let go, I’ll lose part of myself.

Maybe you know that feeling—that stubborn ache in the chest when something isn’t working anymore, but you just can’t bring yourself to walk away. We’re taught that letting go is failure. That endurance is noble. That the more we sacrifice, the more worthy we are.

But what they don’t tell you is that holding on is its own kind of prison.

You wake up one day and realize you’ve stayed for the title, the paycheck, the history, the shoulds. You look around and the spark is gone. Not just in the thing you’re clinging to—but in you.

And so, after years of giving, building, proving, and staying longer than I should have, I’m choosing something different- I am choosing me.

I decided a couple of weeks ago to give up my corporate job at Boeing. I owe them a lot. I literally started my life over- at least financially, 10 years ago with nothing but my education and experience and my work with them has allowed financial stability, a home, and has allowed me to build a small business around my sewing and embroidery.

Retirement, for me, isn’t an ending. It’s a return. A return to curiosity, creativity, and quiet mornings and snuggles with my pets. To projects that don’t come with deadlines. To joy that isn’t tied to productivity. To the version of me that existed before I became what society required of me.

In this case, letting go isn’t a weakness. It’s wisdom. It’s recognizing that growth requires space—and sometimes that means releasing the things (and people) that once rooted us, so we can rise.

So here’s to the art of knowing when to hold on—and the courage it takes to finally let go.

I’m not done dreaming. I’m just dreaming differently.

And it feels like freedom.

1 comment:

  1. I love this! Congratulations on your return to you. And I'm sure I'll need another purse soon. Do you do summer ones? :-)

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