Let it go. Let it come to you.

Buddhism is a great tradition for me to have found, because it speaks so much of letting go.

I'm not the world's greatest letting go-er. In fact you could call me a teensy bit controlling.

I also love the way Buddhists talk about everything being 'an opportunity to practice'. It's another way to look at all the messy stuff - the things that piss us off, the ways in which we feel we're failing...

This morning I felt a bit panicky about my 100 Readers project [where I handed 10 copies of my next novel The Blue Handbag to 10 friends, who each handed their copy on to another friend, who will each...etc until I have 100 interviews].

I haven't had a completed interview from anyone for a couple of weeks. I started thinking I ought to be finding out who has the books, chasing people up...

And then I let go. They will come to me. I don't need to get my hands on these things so quickly. It's like telling the dough to hurry up and rise.

Whilst we're on the subject, here's a good article about letting go at Tricycle.

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PS Talking of bread, I pinched the whiskery bits from 2lbs of blackcurrants at the weekend and made 5 and a half jars of jam - labelled with my own coloured-in-with-felt-tip labels. This really is the life! Happy Monday x