I’m often asked what it’s like to be a writer — how I spend my days, how I experience the world. And so I will be sharing occasional essays from the front lines of my writing life. Enjoy!
Goodbyes aren’t morbid. After all, there can be no goodbyes without hellos.
Hellos get good press. They’re pleasant sorts of things: Hello, morning! Hello, my love! Hello, new adventure! But goodbyes also have their positives, depending on circumstances: Goodbye, extra pounds! Goodbye, crummy boss! Goodbye, polygamist you! It’s a matter of perspective.
So this is what I see:
Goodbyes, like hellos, are transitions, a movement to and fro, sometimes pleasant, sometimes not. They are necessary and often inevitable. They are potent because they stop us in our tracks and make us think about our lives, or life itself. Which isn’t a bad thing.
And this I believe gives goodbyes their tenderness. They make us feel and touch something deep within our heart or hearts. Goodbyes lead us back to ourselves.