I never really understood when people told me that I had to get rid of all of the old leaves, cut down the branches, start all over with just a stump. It made me sad. I didn’t want to lose what had taken me so long to grow. Even though it was not thriving. Even though it was dying. I still couldn’t do it. I couldn’t give up.
Well let me tell you, sometimes you don’t have a choice. The leaves eventually all fall off. I had no choice but to cut off the dead parts and start over.
Without me doing much besides getting rid of what no longer serves a positive purpose, the growth came. New leaves started to bud. Green was everywhere. Growth was everywhere. All because I let go of what no longer served me.