Nomadic Nature - Part II: Letting Go & Creating Space for Freedom
I used to think freedom was something you had to earn. That if I worked hard enough, saved enough, and proved myself worthy, one day I’d get to live life on my own terms. But the truth is, freedom isn’t something we wait for—it’s our natural birthright as divine beings, as Earthlings…natives to the land and children of the Sun (Sky Daddy) and our beautiful planet, Mother Earth. We must embrace, embody, and protect our freedom by any means. Yet often, the first step and the hardest in the process of recovery toward liberation is letting go.
As I fully embark on this journey of a more nomadic, sustainable lifestyle, I must let go of as much excess (waste) as possible. Not just material things (though saying goodbye to a lifetime/season of “just in case” items was a daunting process initially), but also the stories I told myself about what I needed to feel secure.
I had to ask myself. Feel free to use these as journaling prompts for personal, strategic growth:
Do I own this, or does it own me?
What does ownership even mean to me?
Am I holding onto this because it serves me or because I’m afraid of what happens without it?
What would life feel like if I trusted myself enough to carry only what I need from moment to moment? Day to day? Season to season, and everything in between?
The Weight We Carry
For me, this wasn’t just about possessions. It was about naming and navigating the unsaid expectations, generational narratives, and survival mechanisms that I’ve carried that don’t align with the life I want to build. The idea of “security” was so deeply tied to things that felt immovable—jobs that drained me, spaces that weren’t built for me, relationships that no longer fit within the bags, boxes, and boundaries I have packed and set for this next leg of my life journey.
Recognizing the need to and then actually letting go has been a revolutionary act of love and self-preservation. I have reclaimed my power of choice.
Let me be clear—this wasn’t easy nor pretty. It was absolutely nasty work. And not the kind we like suga. When I say, I’ve discovered that when our bodies can no longer contain the things we’ve avoided and repressed. It will force release for the sake of self-preservation every time. Our bodies, while fragile, are divinely designed to heal and protect us. So be gentle, kind, and patient with yourself. Because grief will grief as you release what you’ve held on to for too long.
So—as uncomfortable, sad, or ugly the recovery process may get. On the other side? There’s breath. Expansion. Liberation. And the kind of peace that makes room for something new.
How to Start Letting Go
If you’re feeling called to a more wander-full, mobile, and sustainable life (rooted in mindfulness), here are some initial steps that helped me:
Audit Your Space(s) – Walk through your home and pay attention to what feels necessary versus what’s just there. Start with one small area and ask, Would I bring this with me if I decided to or had to move tomorrow?
Unpack Your Fears – What are you afraid will happen if you let go? Sometimes our attachment to things is really about emotional security. Naming those fears helps us move through them.
Practice Trusting Yourself – A big part of this journey is learning to believe that you will have what you need when you need it. It’s not about depriving yourself—it’s about shifting from a mindset of scarcity to sufficiency. From focusing on lack to embracing abundance.
Watch This: The Art of Letting Go
What did you think of this video?
Let’s talk about what freedom looks like when we stop holding onto what no longer serves us.
✔️ The emotional and practical side of downsizing.
✔️ How I prepared for nomadic living (and what I wish I’d done differently).
✔️ The unexpected joys and lessons that come with carrying less.
Prompt: What’s one thing you’ve let go of that made space for something better?
I encourage you to share your experiences and how this resonated with you in the comments below, by engaging with me elsewhere online, or if/when we connect IRL. I genuinely want to hear from you! Pro tip: I love cards/letters and mindful, practical gifts are my love language.
📩 Write to me: Attn: Tasha M., 1712 N. Meridian St., Ste 200, Indianapolis, IN 46202
📱 Follow along: @transparentlytasha
Let’s build a healthier and more natural community, together.
Like what you’ve read? Don’t forget to let me know what resonated with you.
I create content and share my life experiences to show how I tapped into my intrinsic power and turned my pain into purpose through recovery.
I’m grateful to still be here. As long as I am blessed to be alive, I will be a blessing to others.
Support the work I do through MRCI.
For more content and conversation, join our community of Kinfolk, Nomads, and Pen Pals on Patreon.
