Guest Blogger #2
I discovered Hugh Elliott through Real Live Preacher, which shouldn't be a surprise if you read RLP. I mean, he mentioned him his book, on the radio, in the newspaper...Hugh should be getting royalties.
Hugh writes over at StandingRoomOnly, when he's not at the dog park with Polly or nurturing Baptist ministers.
HOW TO LET GO
By Hugh Elliott
The first Rule of The Letting Go Club is there is No Letting Go.
We as Humans are not really the “Letting Go” type. This World is not
about the L.G., we are inclined to hoard, to store, to bury feelings,
money, age. As a species, it’s not so much the “Outward Motion” as the
“Holding in the Hand”. Our instinct to Let Go is not something we
learned quickly in grade school like our instinct to lose at dodge
ball.
No, we are the Keeping types. Sucks, huh? HA HA, you’re a Keeper.
Probably a good thing in your case, not Letting Go, because you’re
holding onto The Past. When you invent that Time Machine you’re always
dreaming about, then you’ll be able to go back there. Yessiree Bob,
that Past will come in real handy with that Time Machine. Get to work.
Quick Sticks. Got to build that machine!
Or You could take that Vase called “Old Relationship/Bitter
Resentment/Forced Approval/Things We Wished” off the mantle. It will be
hard, trust me, because for so long it’s been the focal point of Your
house. Sit on the sofa where You spend most of your time and stop
staring at the fucking Vase.
It’s called Tough Love. I saw it in a movie once, hence my use of the
f-bomb. You will need Tough Love, awkward as it seems, and You’ll need
to use it on yourself. When You’re moping around the house - god, I
love that vase - and want to make That Phonecall to You and lament
[insert imaginary fucktard behavior here], you will need to get real
Tranny Hooker on Yourself. Finger waving. Neck bobbing. Raising of the
eyebrows Oh no you di’int. You’ll need all Your power because this is
the hard part.
You will need to forgive yourself. I know, I know.... you? But you
were just, you were only, you just said.... whatevs. Heard it all. The
reason You can’t let go is because You think You acted unacceptable. If
I’d only... Sucks, huh? I understand... really. Forgiving Yourself is
swallowing a tough nut. Gag reflex, I think it’s called. Ack. You’ll
cough and cough and Yourself will sit like a fur ball in the depths of
your throat. Yourself will not go easy.
You did what you did. Yeah, You could have done it better or faster or
smarter but You didn’t. Done deal. Show’s over. You’re living with the
result and, well chicklets, we can only work with what we have now.
Here’s a pat on the back. Get rid of that dense coil keeping You from
moving on. Give it up. Plunge your fist into You and pull out the very
thing which keeps You busy in the long dark night of Your soul and set
it free. Release it from Your fist like a flamingo dancer opening their
fingers and letting the rose fly into the crowd. Later, we’ll meet at
the Gate and watch That Which We Could Not Let Go soar on and on into
the never ending bustle.
11:38:25 AM 
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