Letting Go to Grow
When I was younger, I was deeply attached to my harmonica. It was small, easy to carry, and always close by. I liked how something so simple could make sound, how breath could turn into music. For a long time, that harmonica felt like my voice.

But at some point, I let it go.
Not in a dramatic way. It just slowly stopped being part of my days. Life shifted, interests changed, and I found myself reaching for something else—writing music instead. The melodies moved from my breath to my thoughts. Instead of blowing notes, I began arranging them in words, rhythms, and ideas.
That change taught me something important.
In life, we attach ourselves to things that help us express who we are at that moment. Then, without realizing it, we grow. And growth often asks us to loosen our grip. Letting go doesn’t mean what we loved was a mistake. It means it served its purpose.
The harmonica wasn’t wasted time. It trained my ear, my patience, my sense of feeling. Writing music came later, but it was built on what came before. One attachment made room for another.
Moments work the same way. We move from phase to phase, sometimes holding on too long, sometimes releasing earlier than we planned. Either way, change is part of becoming. We don’t lose ourselves when we let go—we make space.
Growth isn’t always about adding more. Sometimes it’s about trusting that something new will meet us when we’re ready. And often, what we pick up next carries a quiet echo of what we once loved.
The music never left. It just changed its form.
Until next time.
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