Hi, you.
Every Saturday we’re in the chat on this here fine newsletter for my favorite series, Good Riddance, where you can share something from the week before that you want to get off your chest or let go, however big or small: an interaction that left you feeling not great, something with sentimental value you’re preparing to get rid of, your favorite dress that no longer fits— anything and everything is welcome here.
This is easily one of my favorite series we offer here at Listening in the Dark, so mark your calendars and make sure to stop by every Saturday if you feel like joining in the choir of catharsis that is Good Riddance. Here’s a bit of what I just shared in the chat this morning:
Today I’m sharing a different kind of let go, by way of a real moment of pride for myself and a major accomplishment I had this past week. As many of you know, this week in the historic June 10th issue of the New Yorker, I had a long poem published in print and online, “This Living”— almost two full pages in print in length. It was surreal to see this poem in print, and it did something for me I had not expected when I saw it: it made me let go of a lot of feelings I’ve been carrying around since the pandemic-that-ended-but-never-really-ended about self worth, and my purpose in the world post all of it.
When I submitted the poem to Kevin Young, the poetry editor at the New Yorker last year, I had not expected him to accept it, to be honest…
To read the rest of my let go from this week, or any future Good Riddance threads, head on over:
Love,
Amber