Approaching the end of October, I am relieved to be ending the focus on letting go of attachments. It is freeing, but sometimes painful. I thought of my mother this morning and remembered how lost I felt when she died, but I had no choice in the matter. It was time for that attachment to end. I still have so many attachments and sometimes I wonder, ”where is the real me after I let go of all these things?” It’s not my job, or ideas, or fears, or possessions or even my gifts. I guess I must let go to find out.