The Letting Go …
You have words on the page. Actual words that have spewed forth from your consciousness overflowing with potential. Precious words that make sense, that have meaning. Words that have something important to say. You’ve crafted them carefully. You’ve agonized over their placement and syllables and inflections. They’ve been moved, rearranged, cut, pasted, rewritten.
You have given everything you have to these words. You’ve cried, and laughed (not always in a good way) and smiled in delight holding back your maniacal laughter. You’ve lived with them for days, or months, or years. You’ve dreamt about them. You’ve loved them and hated them. You have worried over them and they have worried you.
It is time to let them go. You’re excited, then panicked, then excited again. They’re judged, criticized, skimmed over haphazardly and tossed about in a frenzy of disgust. If your lucky they are adored, hated, and praised. These words return to you broken, beaten down and dismembered. They plead for mercy.
You have a choice. Do you let these words go to collect dust in a dark pit of endless night? Or do you let them go and breathe new life in to them, rejuvenate them and learn from their failures. You may say “farewell my weathered friends, you have served me well” and move on to the new words bubbling below the surface. Or do you spread their ashes among the foundation and let them be reborn into a magnificent creature yearning to soar among the other words worth merit?