Making Room for What’s New

Sitting here, broken open once again.

Anger rises.
The brewing internal conflict grows like moss in the Pacific Northwest—thick, relentless, feeding on the constant rain.

I feel the weight of this pain, the way it clings through every cycle, every turn around the sun.

This pain has become the gravity holding me upright.

And here I am.
Broken.
Unseen.
Unheard.
Unloved.
Alone.

This loneliness, this ache, has become my oldest companion. It sits at the edge of every turning point, every eruption, every shift I can feel but can’t quite name.

I tell myself I know the pattern. I tell myself it will pass. Just keep breathing. Just a few more days and the ground will steady itself again.

But this time, it has me questioning everything.

Who am I when the storms return again and again?
Why am I here?
And why—if I know what’s coming next is better—do I fight the release so fiercely?

Maybe it’s fear of the unknown.
Maybe it’s attachment to what I’ve outgrown, even if it no longer has room for me.
Maybe it’s the fragile hope that if I hold on just a little longer, the rain might give me one last rose before I leave.

Or maybe it’s the conditioning we all carry: the story that says we need a plan, a roadmap, a neatly scheduled arrival to feel safe. The belief that letting go equals losing control. That surrender equals failure.

But here is what I’m learning—

Letting go has never been the enemy.

It is the way we make room for what is next.

New things need space. They need air and sunlight and the kind of trust that grows slowly in the dark.

You cannot just stand in the rain wishing for a rose to bloom.
You have to clear the ground.
You have to plant the seed.
You have to stay long enough to feel the soil shift beneath you as the seasons change.

The seasons always change.

The question isn’t whether the next one will come.
It will.

The question is whether you’ll have the courage to let the old one go,
so there is space for what’s been waiting for you all along.

If this is the season where you’re ready to release the old and make space for the new, come join me inside The Free Spirit Club. It’s where we navigate these turning points together—through reflection, healing, and finally using your voice in the world.

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Because the next season is coming. Let’s make sure you’re ready for it.

In Power. In Purpose. On My Terms. ✨ Luisa Anderson