December 9, 2018
"Think of a time when you had to let someone or something go to be free...did they come back?"
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I pondered on this prompt for quite a while, wondering what it was that I set free; people, relationships, material things. Nothing came to mind, for though I do miss people, relationships or material things which are presently no longer a part of my life, it is not as though I had voluntarily or willingly let them go. Time and circumstances had done it and I had just gone with the flow. So it is now understandable that I really had to think, think very hard as to what I could write in response to this prompt. And the answer came almost at the heels of the question.
What is it that I set free, let it go? My writings, almost every day over the past six months and at periodic intervals over the last three years. I write with apprehension, in excitement; with a piece of my heart and a tiny sliver of my soul; decorate with inspired edits (I mean I am inspired to make to edits seeing others not that anyone is inspired seeing mine) and using stolen time. I read and research and read while I write, and then re read again, draft and redraft till there is a rising feeling within me - this is it, this is as good as it gets.
I take a deep breath for though my heart says it is done, there are fears and apprehension when it comes to setting it free - putting it out into the wide world, visible to all and sundry. It is daunting and yet, I do it. The moment I post is the the instant I set my writing free, no longer is it hiding in my head or resting in my laptop - it is floating in the world.
Does it come back? It does, in the shape of stars and likes, in the form of comments and messages. It wanders back to me, at times read and at times unread. I stumble across it when a reader refers to it or tells me that they love it so much that they will 'steal' a few words. They visit me when I get a message saying that my story was loved and is treasured.
It is a painful and yet a beautiful process, one that has now become a habit - everyday I let something free and someday it will come back to me, for the written word never dies, it merely changes form.
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Word count - 409
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365 Days- Book I
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