Two of the hardest parts of letting go are. . .
Waiting. . .and. . .
Not Following the Leader.
Oh, god, waiting. It's an art in itself. I don't know how your creative process works, but I'm a binge writer. My creative well fills up, I binge write, the well goes dry. Then I have to wait for it to fill up again. Hard, hard, hard. There's no point in telling me to change my process. I can't. Don't want to. Won't. I just want to wait by the well. I want to wait well. When it fills up again, I'll work again.
It's not limited to creativity, of course, but extends its evil tentacles throughout our lives: A teenager takes the car out. Parent waits at home. NOT waiting well. Worrying.
Waiting is hard sometimes.
And as for Not Following the Leaders? Oh, god, risky. A deadline is a leader. An editor is a leader. Society is a leader. Parents are leaders. Lots o' leaders. Sometimes I have to lag behind. They look over their shoulders: "Aren't you coming?" No. Maybe. Not yet. "Hurry up!" Can't. Won't. Doing this my way. Go on without me.
What's being released/let go in these cases? Worry. Impatience. Distrust. The clock. Paying the bills on time. Other people's expectations. Our own desires. Little stuff like that.
Maybe you have a waiting story? Maybe you have a story about letting go and taking a risk and going your own way?
Oh, and by the way. . .good morning. :)
Did somebody make the coffee?