I burned that bridge

And so my God, I bring to you--my Isaac.

It's hard to let go of things we don't need. I even have trouble cleaning out my closet. I find myself thinking I'll eventually come back for those clothes, or that one day I really will get around to fixing them. However, I know I never will. They'll sit in the back of my closet, or bottom of my drawers--taking of valuable space. I could theoretically make room for new things, or things I originally planned to put away. Im a clutter bug. I admit it, my room is cluttered, my heart is cluttered.

A simple evaluation of myself will quickly bring to light all the junk I've held on to. Thing's I intended to fix but never did, things I haven't picked up in years, people I put in the back of the "closet." I've neglected my heart. Shame on me. I've held on to so much from the past three years. Now anyone to tries to get remotely close will appear to have the upper hand. They'll quickly be removed or pushed aside to no fault of their own. Of course I have to be a drama queen about everything and refuse to let the walls fall. So, I have formally decided and even announced to myself that I am letting "Isaac" go. 

I feel as though I have trekked up Everest. My legs are sore, knees bruised, and hands cut up from the climb. I'd love to sit here and tell you that I have the greatest revelation on life and its matters, frivolous and serious. I'd love to tell you that the past year has been all peaches and cream. And while 2010 was much better than previous years, I cant help but think to myself that it could have been so much better had I let go of EVERYTHING.

So I'm here on this mountain, feeling like I've faced this giant a million times before--but I'm finally building an altar. Right here where my pain is--Im building it high so the devil can see it from hell. I'm giving up my Isaac--Im giving up my heart.