I received this note from a reader recently. S/he had just finished reading one of my personal essays.
Gint, you are an emotional personal trainer. You write, I read. As I read, I cringe, I squirm, I feel my stomach turn, I exhale, I read on, I cringe again, I stop, I breathe, I breathe in, I breathe out, until my heart hurts. I then I hate you….for making me FEEL. And then, just as in any relationship with a personal trainer (if they are a good one, i.e.), I thank you when the emotional workout is over and I’ve had the chance to soak my aching emotions in some self-reflection and empathy. Yours, [a reader]
It’s a paradox to feel so humbled by this as I also feel the urge to share. I hope my readers will remember, when they find I’ve taken them to the deepest pit, that I also write humor, a self-deprecating variety.
Thank you, in public. It’s amazing to recieve.