The Big Farewell
I’ve never been good at goodbyes. Most people aren’t, as it’s always hard to leave someone that has been a part of your life in some way. There have been plenty of people who I have come across in my life. Some I’ve stayed with, some I could give or take, and some that I’ve could have cared less for.
The Invictus Writers were different. We weren’t friends but we knew each other better than most. We rarely saw each other in person at the same time, but still communicated with each other regularly. For almost an entire year we were writers together. We edited each others work and stayed up until the very early hours of the morning finishing drafts. We would write word after word, page after page only to have it torn apart and have to start all over again.
The Invictus project didn’t consume our lives, it remained a side project that some of us worked on regularly, while others worked when they could, in small bursts or in large chunks. While the methods and frequency of writing was different for each person, one factor remained consistent for everyone: we were beginning to take control of our stories, we were beginning to make them our own.
Writing about yourself is rarely an easy feat, we have to dig deep into our souls to get the to the parts that we don’t want to hear, the bad moments of our lives that we try so hard to forget, to only dig them up again to put on the page and share with the world. We still continued to push on, knowing that our stories had to be told our tasks we set out to do as writes had to be fulfilled.
Tonight was the final meeting of the original writers along with the new group of potential future writers. I didn’t say it to anyone, but I felt extremely proud to sit among them, the people that only a few months ago I barely knew and were nothing more than an email address or a profile pic on Facebook.
I never make it habit to not say goodbye to the people I care about. However I left tonight without saying goodbye to the writers. I told Dave and his girlfriend goodbye, promising them lodgings and a guide if they ever made their way to the greater Tokyo area and they did the same.
I didn’t get the chance to say all of the goodbyes that I wanted to, and truth be told, I may never get the chance. However I don’t want this to be seen as an indicator of myself not caring, it could not be further from the truth.
You were by far the best group of people I have ever had the pleasure and honor of working with. The fact that the each and every one of you were able to help put the book together and contribute a piece of your life to print is not an easy task, but it is a task that we have all accomplished, as a group, as writers.
I may always remember the frustration of the multiple drafts and the constant revisions, but I will also always remember the pancakes, the laughs we’ve shared, the stories we’ve told, and the times we’ve had together.
You guys are more than just colleges, more than just friends, you are the Invictus Writers and no matter where I go in life and what I do there will never be another Tiffany, another Dave, another Kelly, Kathleen, Rhett, or Lauren, and there certainly won’t be another Brad.
It’s been a pleasure and a blessing, may you live long and prosper.
May you always be successful and as happy as I’ve felt working with you.