Let It Be.

I am a first born.  Type A.  All the way.

In my house, there is a place for everything and everything is in its place.

I even clean the house before we go on vacation.  Who does that?

But, recently I have been making more of an effort to just let it be.  Let it be...

What does this look like? What does this feel like?  How does this play out on a day to day basis?

Like what would happen if I take the monkeys to the park, and I do not remember that the park has a really fun and irresistible splashy-fountain area, so I do not bring the monkeys' swim suits or towels?

Let it be.

Smiles and sunshine,

Melissa