I was talking to one of my writing clients/friends this morning and she read something that I thought was brilliant and beautiful.

The tough thing about these situations is that when you (I) get all worked up about someone’s writing, they tend to fear you (I) are faking your enthusiasm.

There are reasons not to fake excitement.

You dig?

So, anyway, I got excited; she got insecure, and I started yelling IT’S NOT EVEN ABOUT YOU!! YOU ARE JUST A CONDUIT!! DO YOU THINK THE iPHONE GETS ALL BRAGGY WHEN IT GETS PLUGGED INTO THE SOCKET?? IT’S JUST ENERGY! IT’S NOT YOU!!!

Luckily, she had prepaid.

It was her. And it wasn’t. The part that was her was the willingness to let the energy flow through her. That can be terrifying because you don’t have control; you don’t know what will be going through you; you don’t know what’s going to happen next. You are a tube that is allowing life to have its way with you.

Dude, that’s hot.

What I’m saying is that the point isn’t whether what you write is good or bad or beautiful or ugly because those words are stupid in the face of what is actually happening: you are letting the universe make a flute of you and you are playing the music of life. Jeeeeeeeeesus. What more do you want? It’s the experience that’s so amazing. The finished product, in a funny way, is like a skin shed by a snake. It’s a reminder of an old life and also a reminder that you are living, in this moment, your new life, a song in the making.

I only had a few minutes to write this post, so now I’m done.

J, this is for you.

xoxo