letting go

Those days when you are about to send away an essay that is going to be published, are sometimes terrible. You think back at what you could have added, at how you should maybe change a bit here and there, doubts grow inside you like potentially poisonous mushrooms. Then the time comes when you cannot stand what you have written any more and a part of yourself (the rational and concentrated part, unfortunately) slowly slips away. At that precise moment anything could happen, you cannot see the possible imprecisions and the probable mistakes. You send it being aware of this burden...and you feel so released that you ask yourself why on earth did it take you so long.