Letting Go Isn’t Losing—It’s Getting Out of Your Own Way

Letters to My Son… If I Had One by Fred Ferguson (GeezerWise)

Dear Son,

I used to think letting go meant giving up.
That it meant losing ground.
Losing control.
Losing me.

So I clung to things—tight.
My opinions.
My story.
My grudges.
My need to be seen a certain way.

I called it “being strong.”
But really, it was fear.
Fear that if I loosened my grip, everything would fall apart—including me.

But here’s what I learned—slowly,…