Letting Go. Making Room.

An invitation on transitions, tenderness, and the sacred practice of letting go to make room for what’s next.

About a month ago, I transitioned out of my role as Co-Executive Director of a national nonprofit, a position I held for nearly eight years. For the first time in my life, I find myself standing in front of a stretch of time with no clear roadmap for what comes next.

As the eldest daughter of Indian immigrant parents—someone who has always known what’s next, someone who has long tied productivity to self-worth—this moment is its own (insert any and all of the emotions: exciting, scary, incredible, strange, pins on needles, can’t-wait-for-this-phase) journey for me (more to come on this later)!

But let me begin with last week.

I reconnected with a beloved circle of writers I met last May during a retreat in Tuscany. Since then, they’ve nurtured a weekly, informal writing space—a place to catch up, write in community, share reflections, and offer each other feedback. I’m elated to be back in that space with these brilliant, generous women.

The prompt for last week’s session was: What are you letting go of?

Something in me stilled. It wasn’t a question I could answer casually—because letting go, for me, has never been neat or linear. It’s layered, slow, sometimes reluctant. It’s grieving what once anchored me, even when that anchor no longer serves me.

But in that quiet moment, surrounded by women who witness without judgment, I felt something loosen. The question opened a door—not just to release, but to imagine what might bloom in the space I clear. I wasn’t just letting go. I was making sacred room.

Room for wonder.
Room for rest.
Room for remembering myself—beyond performance, beyond expectation, beyond all the ways I’ve measured my worth in output and certainty.

Writing these words wasn’t about closure—it was an invitation. A soft invitation to trust what I cannot yet see, and to root myself in a new way of being.

And so, I put my pen to paper and here is what emerged for me.

I am letting go of scarcity to make room for abundance

I am letting go of telling others’ stories to tell my own unapologetic ones

I am letting go of setting deadlines to make room for the suspension of time and beliefs

I am letting go of believing only what I see to make room for the unconscious

I am letting go of the fear of judgment to make room for unburdened creativity

I am letting go of the years of self-doubt to make room for generations of self-love

I am letting go of the person I think I should be to make room for transformation to who I truly am

I am letting go of the the way of my world to make room for the way of our world

But, I am keeping the comfort of grief with me to make room for a rebirth of my joy

*Thank you, beloved circle, for encouraging me to share this first.