Cycle of life

From my Inner Pilot Light:

My dear Shanda, 

When one thing is born, something else has to go. Every birth is a death. 

When your destiny awaits you, you must let go of your past. 

To be what you must become, you must give up what you’ve always been. 

Grieve it. Cry it out. Hug it. Mourn its loss. 

Then let it go. Say goodbye. Release it. 

Now take my hand. You’re not alone. I’ll lead you there. 

This way, darling, 
Your Inner Pilot Light