In so many ways, it can be a good thing. Letting go. It sounds so simple to me, so freeing and light. I tend to associate letting go with the elements – earth, wind, fire, water. It's cleansing the mind, body, and spirit at the same time.
In preparation for our big move, I am able to let go of so many things in ways that I hadn't really anticipated while packing. Things that once held such significance for me in previous years barely register as being relevant to my life now. On the other hand, there are other things, small items like a butterfly clip or a little keychain, that carry with them so much love and memories; I will not ever let them go.
I think that in my next stand-alone novel, I want to explore the challenge and the freedom of letting go. Love has a tendency to present the opportunity to "let go" in so many relationships, both platonic and romantic. I'm excited to see where this goes.