My mother lives in a remote area and is a member of a book group in her old college town many hours away. In a recent letter, along with news of car repairs for one of the family vehicles, she described this moment of internal debate:
On the drive home, I suddenly realized that it made every kind of sense to skip the book group this time. The van is not comfortable for me to drive for long distances, and also if I took it, Paul would be without transportation for two days. And I really feel like going to sleep fairly early, not staying up late to finish the book. By the time I got home I was convinced, and I've continued to feel very good about that decision — in fact every little while a wave of elation sweeps over me, with the realization that I'll have two days mostly at home instead of two days of hurrying on the road.
When letting go is an incredibly invigorating choice, don't be silly: let go!