When I went to visit Maman last month, we drove by the Arlington Metaphysical Church.

Naturally, I slammed on the brakes and pulled in {yes, I brake for metaphysical}. I wanted to run in that place. But it was Sunday at 8p.m. and closed. Closed!

The sign out front read: Let Go And Trust God.

I was unable to take a picture of it, with a “storage almost full” notice that kept coming up every time I tried — regardless of quickly trying to delete a ton of pictures and apps I don’t use.

Then when I asked Maman to go back, they had changed it.

I think it of those words often. It’s been a reoccurring theme this whole pregnancy … letting go and trusting. With the recent onslaught of my heightened emotional state, it’s something I need to really start putting into practice.

After all, so much of these emotions are just that — emotions. With no real, true validity to back them up — other than what my mind wants to make and race to come up with.

I think I’ll be a lot happier if I just let go. I’m at least going to give it a shot and find out …