What Keeps Me Tethered to Surrender

There are days when I wonder what keeps me tethered to this path of surrender. It’s not always easy. Submission strips me bare, exposing every tender part of myself to the light and sometimes to the shadows. It forces me to face my fears of inadequacy, rejection, and the possibility of giving everything and receiving nothing in return. And yet, I stay. I choose this journey again and again.

What keeps me here is the way surrender opens me. It’s not just about serving someone else; it’s about meeting myself in the process. Surrender asks for my emotional depth, my willingness to dig into the hidden corners of my soul and lay them bare. It’s in those moments of vulnerability, when I offer up my fears, my needs, and my desires, that I feel most alive. Surrender forces me to trust, not just in another, but in myself. To trust that I am enough, that my submission is worthy, that my softness is strength.

Mentally, surrender demands a fortitude I never expected. It’s easy to romanticize submission as passive, but the truth is, it requires immense discipline. To let go in the way I crave means I must first master myself. I must be honest about my needs, clear about my boundaries, and committed to constant self-reflection. The mental strength it takes to maintain that balance, to hold space for both surrender and accountability, is a challenge that humbles me daily. And yet, it’s a challenge I welcome because it makes me sharper, more intentional, more whole.

But it’s the spiritual connection that ties me most deeply to this journey. Surrender feels like coming home to myself. When I let go, when I submit, I’m not losing myself—I’m finding the truest version of who I am. There’s a flow to it, an ease that whispers of divinity. It’s as if I’m aligning with something greater than myself, something sacred. In those moments, submission feels less like giving up and more like letting in, letting in trust, love, connection, and purpose.

I stay on this journey because it’s where I feel most free. Surrender teaches me how to be soft in a world that tells me to harden. It reminds me that vulnerability is not a weakness but a gift. And it shows me that giving myself fully, deeply, without reserve, is the most courageous thing I can do.

This path isn’t perfect, and neither am I. But it’s mine. It’s raw and intimate, full of highs and lows, and every step of it brings me closer to the woman I’m meant to be. That’s what keeps me tied to surrender: the promise of becoming, the beauty of giving, and the power of living as my most authentic self.

Now, it's your turn. What has brought you or kept you tethered to surrender?