I just watched the documentary on the making of “The Other Side of the Wind”. Welles, talking indirectly about why he failed to finish so many films, said that there is a sadness to being finally “done”. It is like saying goodbye to an old friend.
I feel this completely. Every thing any of us completes moves into the past, rather than remaining known and in the present. New creation is easy, but letting go, for some of us, much less so.
This letting come, letting flourish and bloom, then letting pass and go, is something I myself need to learn.
I am no Orson Welles, obviously, but I feel I have similar scars. Many of us do.