1. Tomorrow morning, at the butt crack of dawn, I am leaving on vacation. I will be home on Tuesday. I need this trip. I need a few days away from my life. A few days of hanging out somewhere else. Eat cupcakes to my divorce. Something, ya know? I am so excited for this trip, however the time that my flight is in the morning, makes me question my own sanity.
2. I have had trouble sleeping the past few nights. I’d been in a better sleeping stretch for a while, but it seems to have left me. Have you seen it? I’d really like it back.
3. Last Saturday, Morgan had her very first dance recital. She has now been hit by the dancing bug. She wants to double up on her dance classes. Which would be fine if I didn’t have two other children who deserve to take classes too. She loved being on the stage and having everyone clap. I’m not even bragging when I tell you that my girl has mad skills. She is a great dancer. Truly.
4. I can’t decide whether I will post while I’m gone or just not bother. We’ll see. I’d have to write said posts today and I’m just not sure I have the energy for that. If I don’t? Well I will be seeing you all next week.
5. Yesterday Mom101 started National Thank a Blogger Day. You can also see it on Twitter with the hashtag, #thankablogger. I love her for this and a ton of other reasons. This one though? Is a great idea. It was nice to see everyone thanking others yesterday. I could thank people for the next three days and I don’t think I’d be able to mention everyone. Mostly though? I’d like to thank all of you. Those who are my friends. Those of you who comment. Those of you who read and never comment. Thank you. Each of you, for being here for me for the past few years. I don’t know what I would have done without all of you.
I sat and read last night. Instead of talking on Twitter. Instead of playing Angry Birds or Bejeweled, or Words With Friends; which is what I normally do after I get the kids in bed.
For an hour, I read Mom 101′s archives. From 2006. I had a blog in 2006. I saw my name on some of the comments in her posts. It was kind of funny actually.
This is what I miss about the fast pace of blogging these days. The feeling like you could just sit and get to know someone from their archives. Everything is so fast these days. It didn’t always used to be like that. Before Twitter and Facebook and readers.
Yes, I read Liz’s blog back then. It was fun to read some of it again though. A few posts I remembered, most I didn’t. It’s been too long.
Today I read that one of my favorite bloggers, Jen at The Trephine is going to take down her archives. Thankfully she gave fair warning, so I can have the chance to read them today before they are gone for good. Today? I will read her archives again. Because she’s a great writer. Because her posts for the last 10 months have helped me, more than I could begin to tell her. Because she’s one of the funniest writers I know. I will read her blog today, while working, when I’d normally be on Twitter or looking at my own reader.
My reader is always full. That will never change. People are always on Twitter. I love that about Twitter. Someone is always there. Facebook statuses get updated faster than I can blink. There’s nothing wrong with it. Most of the time, I love it.
But yesterday, for an hour, it was nice to remember the old blogging world. To sit. To read. To be entertained. Maybe I didn’t get through my reader at all. But hey, it’s not going anywhere.
I saw this at Carmen’s place and thought it would be a good idea to try it out myself. I am now remembering why meme’s were invented. For times where you can’t say what you want to say.
The layers of me
layer one
name: Issa
birth date: April 20th, 1980
birthplace: Los Angeles
current location: Colorado
eye color: Blue-grey
hair color: Brown
height: 5’4″
righty or lefty: Right. Although because of a shoulder surgery on my right shoulder years ago, I can do a lot with my left hand.
zodiac sign: I’m on the cusp. Was born right after (like two hours) it changes to Taurus. I say, I’m a Taurus with Aries tendencies. Although, it could probably be said either way, depending on the day.
layer two
your heritage: Half Polish. Half Heinz 57. (My dad’s family escaped from Poland during the Holocaust. My mom’s family has been here since the 1600′s.)
the shoes you wore today: flip flops. Tevas.
your weakness: Coffee, chocolate, bread.
your fears: Ending up the crazy goldfish lady. Being alone. Loosing my kids. Pushing away my best friends, because I’m too much work.
your perfect pizza: Margarita NYC pizza. Dude. Yum.
layer three
your most overused phrase: Take your pick: Seriously. Awesome. Dude.
your first waking thoughts: Go back to sleep son. PLEASE.
your best physical feature: Eyes.
your favorite memory: Holding each of my babies for the first time.
layer four
pepsi or coke: Coke.
mcdonald’s or burger king: McDonald’s. Although we tend to go to Chipotle mostly. Or Panera.
single or group dates: meh
adidas or nike: I don’t care
lipton ice tea or nestea: Black unsweetened ice tea from Starbucks.
cappuccino or coffee: Whatever. Long as it comes from Starbucks.
layer five
smoke: No. Have been an asthmatic since birth.
cuss: Like a sailor, when I’m not with my kids. I have the ability to turn it on and off at will.
sing: In the car and to my kids at night.
do you think you’ve been in love: I believe so. I know I was.
want to go to college: No. I hated school. I went though.
liked high school: No.
want to get married: Again? Am unsure that I believe in it, in this moment.
believe in yourself: Some days. Am a work in progress.
get motion sickness: I get seasick. Like even on rides at Disney. A cruise looks fun, but I doubt I’ll ever really try to go on one.
think you’re attractive: Eh
think you’re a health freak: Hahahhahahaha. No.
get along with your parents: My mom. I get along with my dad…but I only show him a 5th of myself. My step-mother despises me. I rarely see them.
like thunderstorms: Yes. I adore them. As long as I’m not in the middle of one.
play an instrument: No. I used to play piano. From five to say fourteen years old. I want to learn again.
layer six
in the past month…
drank alcohol: No
smoked: no
done a drug: no
made out: No
gone on a date: No
gone to the mall: Yes. Too many times most likely.
eaten an entire box of oreos: In one sitting? Hell no. Have whole boxes been consumed in my house? Yes. Although, we are currently fans of Golden Oreos.
eaten sushi: No, which is sad. I’d like some. Right now.
been on stage: no
been dumped: no
gone skating: no
made homemade cookies: No, unless slice and bake ones count
gone skinny dipping: no
dyed your hair: no. I’m sure I should. But I’m too lazy.
stolen anything: I’ve actually never stolen a thing. Except meme’s. But I doubt that counts.
you sound boring: No, I sound like a parent. (This was Carmen’s answer…I’m gonna say DITTO.)
layer seven
ever…
played a game that required removal of clothing: yes.
if so, was it mixed company: yes.
been trashed or extremely intoxicated: yes
been caught “doing something”: yes
been called a tease: no
gotten beaten up: No.
shoplifted: no
changed who you were to fit in: Yes. Way too many times. Am trying to just be me now. But that can be hard. And lonely.
layer eight
age you hope to be married: meh
numbers and names of children: Morgan (8), Bailey (6), Harrison (Nearly 2)
describe your dream wedding: pass
how do you want to die: At 124 years old. In my sleep.
where do you want to go to college: I do not. I went though.
what do you want to be when you grow up: Heck if I know.
what country would you most like to visit: England.
layer nine
number of drugs taken illegally: none
number of people i could trust with my life: Shrug.
number of cds that i own: Oh sheesh, I don’t know. Way too many. I don’t buy them anymore, but I used to buy tons.
number of piercings: none. My ears actually mostly closed up.
number of tattoos: One.
number of times my name has appeared in the newspaper: Twice.
number of scars on my body: Five. Three from shoulder surgery. One where I nearly sliced my finger off one time. One on my toe, from the last time I didn’t wear shoes while on a bike.
number of things in my past that i regret: Too many
This online world is strange. You meet people, you become friends with some of them and then the day comes where you realize that these are your people. That the names on a screen, the words on blog posts, the 140 character tweets have become real people to you.
The people who live in California, Oregon, Florida, Wisconsin, Washington State, Texas, Washington DC, New York, New Jersey…I could continue. These are your people. The women you count on. The women who listen, who make you feel heard. They support you. No matter what you tell them. They still support you, because somewhere in them, they understand; the emotion, if not the words. They make you laugh. They let you cry. Sometimes they make you cry. They accept you as you. Your people.
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We sit at lunch at a small sidewalk table. The city that never sleeps carries on around us. One on one, during a weekend filled with people. Honest. Real. Raw. It’s the moment that sticks in my head most from that weekend.
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I watch my cell phone. I wait for a text. This happens to me sometimes. When someone is hurting, I wait for texts like farmers wait for rain. It’s a need. Nothing is okay in that moment, until my phone chirps.
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I realize I’m cupping my hand. Have been doing it for over twenty minutes. It’s my attempt to hold her hand. 1300 miles away. I hope she feels it in some small way. Me here, holding onto her.
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Curled up in bed, two people in the bed next to me. We talk and laugh for over an hour after we all should have been asleep. Maybe two hours. Even though we feel like we are still on west coast time, our bodies aren’t used to this hour. The conversation is always worth the lack of sleep.
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I call her for the first time. Her voice sounds just how I thought it would. Because I know her. I’ve known her for months. We pick up our conversation like we’d been talking forever.
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I waited for her to get off the plane. We’d texted each other the night before, okay, I’m scared. It was almost funny, because how can you be nervous to meet someone who you talk to every single day? The second she got off the plane, I knew, this is all okay.
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Not a day has gone by. Not a day. In a year at least. Without at least one text or email or DM.
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I look at my desk calendar and smile. They both have one too. I purchased them at Christmas. Silly little desk calendar. I’ve never loved one more in my entire life.
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There was a day that I thought I’d just lay down and cease to exist. One of the harder days of this year. Doorbell. Flowers. For me. Just because. I still have the card. To brighten my day it said.
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I cry into the phone. Late at night. I cry into the phone to her. She lets me. Always. No matter what. She sits there and lets me cry in her ear until I’m done. Then? She changes the subject. Asks a question. Tells me about something silly her kids did. Tells me about her dessert. Something. Anything. Because she knows me. She knows I need that, almost as much as I needed to cry.
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An Italian restaurant. I was on vacation with my kids, but I made a point to take time to go meet her. Two hours of non stop talking. I felt like I’d known her forever. Even though it can go weeks between a tweet, I still consider her one of my people. It’s easy to pick up right where we left off, no matter how long it goes.
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One of us starts an email each morning. Generally just during the week. Four names. It pings back and forth all day. California. Colorado. Florida. Oregon.
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You realize that as hard as it can be to have none of them live near you, it’s still worth it every day, to have them in your life. No one said your people had to live on the same street as you. There doesn’t need to be a definition for it. It just is.
These are my people. This is why I do this. Because of my people.
A watched cell phone never texts.
Two weeks? One week too long.
Blog Her Blues, still not gone.
Professional worrying skills, keeps me awake.
Twitter and Facebook: follow suggestions suck.
My new iPhone? Named Potter Jackson.
Morgan, Bailey, Harrison: coming home tomorrow.
Liz, Jenna, Lu: Best friends. Love.
Missing my roomies: Kari, Stacey, iNater.
Want to do six word Friday? Here’s the link.
I’ve always had trouble taking compliments. I have a theory on why, but let’s just leave it at, when you’ve been abused as a kid, you tend to think you aren’t worth much. Part of it, I think I’ve gotten better at. Some of it may be a life long struggle. I try, I really do, but I tend to think I fail.
When people say something nice to me, I tend to come up with a million reasons in my head, as to why it’s not real. I berate myself. In my head. Sometimes outloud. Although I learned long ago to keep most of that to myself, because people then get a bit yelly. It’s not easy. To take a compliment as just a compliment. To hear the words and believe what people are saying, when you sometimes hate yourself. I know someone will yell at me for that. But a lot of times I do hate myself. I feel that I’m worthless. I know logically why I feel that way at times, yet, I’m not always able to stop it.
This past week has been a challenge for me. To go to a conference and have people want to meet me. Little ole me. Just because. Last year, I was able to tell myself, well I did that keynote, so they know who I am.
Yet there was 2,400 hundred people at the Hilton this past weekend and some people wanted to meet me. For the key reason, that they just wanted to meet me. This year, people said hi to me in elevators. Just because. People hugged me in the hallway. Just because. I didn’t do anything special this year. I was just me.
Do you know how strange that is for me?
I’ve cried about 12 times this past week, reading re-caps. You know why? Because people have said nice things about me. People who didn’t manage to meet me have said, I wish I’d met you. Some people told me, I was a reason they had a great time, I made their experience better. It warms my heart to hear that.
It’s strange for me though. It’s awesome and I love it, but it’s strange. I don’t always find myself worthy of this community. I generally feel like I don’t bring much too it.
What I do know? These past few days, instead of reading nice things about myself through a filter, through my filter, I just read them. I absorbed them. They made me smile, they made me cry. I believed them.
Progress. Small progress. But it’s something.
This year? I see photos of myself and I think, I truly love that photo. I haven’t picked apart how I looked in any of them.
I just love them.
So thank you. You and you and you. All of you. Just….thank you.
I am sad. I am having trouble with coming home to reality. It makes it worse that my kids are gone until Saturday morning.
I was sad and lonely enough, that I went and picked up the dog. If you know me, you may find that funny, since I am not a huge fan of my dog.
I miss my friends. I miss feeling that supported. Four days just wasn’t kong enough to hold me over. Maybe it was. I don’t know. Maybe I just need a few more days and I will be okay. Maybe I just need my kids. Possibly I need to start planning my next weekend getaway.
The thing is, I met all of my closest friends online, so it’s not as if I’m not good at this way of friendship. Normally it works out okay. Normally I deal with it just fine.
Four days straight of hugs and conversations in person, though, reminds me what I am missing. When I come home and don’t get invited to see a new baby in the family. Because its not my family anymore. When I go pick up my dog from a friend watching her, and my friend doesn’t even care enough to ask how my trip was. Because I’m not really her friend anymore.
It all reminds me that I have the greatest support system and the greatest friends in the world, they just don’t happen to live anywhere near me.
It’s hard, that’s all. It’s hard to be home. I had a blast, an absolute blast, but tonight? I’m sad and I miss my friends.
First, hi. I’ve missed you all. I’ve missed my little spot over here this past week.
I had the most amazing four days. Truly. I figure, since I’m me…and I’m completely exhausted…I’ll make you all a short list of reasons why I will be at next years conference.
1. I have the greatest friends in the entire world. People like my roomies Kari and Stacey who make me feel like I’ve known them forever. People who I can’t imagine my life without. People who I was so incredibly sad to leave after four days. I am already planning out how to get to San Diego just to spend more time with them. This is why I will be there. To see them. To hug them. To spend days talking to them.
2. I met some of the most amazing people ever. Jill, Jodi, Betsy, Maggie, Kim, Jessi, Kat. I know there are so many people I will be forgetting….please to be forgiving me. But hugging in person, people who you talk to daily? Is just a huge reason I do this every year. People who crack you up. People who make you think. People who make you feel okay about continuing to do this. People who help you remember why you stay in this crazy online world, despite the drama that goes on. Each year the group is a bit different, but it so far has made me realize, it’s just a chance to spend time with new people.
Meeting people who you immediately wonder how you’d never run across them in the community. People like Lisa. Wendi. People who are so nice and funny and genuine and you wonder how in the world you haven’t been following them this whole time.
Finally meeting people who you’ve talked to for years but never gotten to meet before. Liz, Kristen, Carmen.
Meeting all of those people? So worth my trip.
Seeing, hugging, eating with people you already know? It’s why I keep doing this.
3. Meals that somehow just work out. Meals with ten people. Four who you invited, four more who others invited, two who you managed to pick up in the lobby. Meals that were planned by basically inviting people and then inviting more people, until you get the random amazing group who ends up going. Because we all know, people are busy. People are trying to fit everything in. Meals, where it’s great whoever shows up. Meals, that you aren’t wanting to end. Because the conversations are so stimulating. So fun. So entertaining. It makes it worthwhile. It makes you trip. Inpromtu brunches and lunches and dinners at new restaurants? Are why I do this.
By the way? Serendipity? A life goal I have now accomplished. Frozen hot chocolate? Worth the airfare to NYC alone.
4. Watching your friend give a phenomenal keynote and watching all the other amazing people up there share their words, their stories.
5. Late night conversations in bed the last night. Sharing secrets, sharing stories, catching up with your friends after the lights are off. When after 2am, someone finally says, no matter how late we stay up, we still have to leave tomorrow, so maybe we should get a bit of sleep.
6. Sparklecorn. MamaPop managed to out-do themselves this year. I love that party. In fact? It was the only one I actually managed to attend. I would like to RSVP for next year. Like now. Can I do that please? Tracey? Amy? What do you say? Ha. You all did an amazing job with that party. I can’t even imagine how much work went into it. DUDE!!!! That cake. So good.
I tried to get to other parties. Something about BlogHer though? You just have to go with the flow. The flow for me this year? Was just have fun. Not feel stressed. There’s just no way to do it all.
7. Conversations about you. Yes you. You too. Oh and you, hidden in the back. We talk about you. In good ways. We talk about friends we wish were there. Best friends who weren’t able to make it. People we met last year. People we love. Blogs we adore. Blogs we read every day. We talk about how we wish you could all make it next year. How we sometimes want to hug every person who is lovely in our comments, especially on hard posts. We talk about you. We remember you. We miss you.
8. Hearing a friend, someone who you adore say: I was ready to be done. But this has helped me see, I’m not done. That makes it all worth it.
9. A day spent wandering New York with one of your best friends.
10. Seeing a new city. It really is a fun thing to explore a city you’ve never been too. I’d never seen NYC. I have been to San Diego many, many times. But exploring it with my friends next year? Will be awesome.
BlogHer 10 was amazing. I loved it. I did what I wanted. Enjoyed my friends. Saw a new city. Had an absolute blast. I am sure there was drama, but I wasn’t involved in any of it and I’m not willing to give it the time of day. BlogHer is what you make of it. I made my BlogHer experience a great one. The staff of BlogHer did a fabulous job and I want to thank them.
So, yes…I will be at BlogHer11 in San Diego.
I didn’t think I was going to be able to go to BlogHer this year. If memory serves me, I even posted in February saying, hey, just as an FYI, I’m not going. I did it to save myself the heartache of trying to go and not being able to come up with the money later on. I’m good at that. Setting myself up for failure. So, I thought I’d just say no and be done with it.
That very day, I received oh say, 12 DM’s from a very dear friend, Megan (Undomestic Diva) basically telling me that in no way was she accepting my no as an answer and it was obvious to her that I wanted to go, so I just was going to make it happen. The end. She’s demanding, that girl. But I love that about her. She was also very right.
The next day I was given an extraordinary gift, by one of my best friends, Jenna. She’d bought a BlogHer ticket and wasn’t going to be able to go and had tried unsuccessfully to sell it to someone. She gifted it to me. I tried to argue, to say I’d pay her over time. Have you ever tried to argue with a stubborn best friend? I don’t recommend it. She won, I gave up. I have thanked her so many times, I’m afraid this time, she may really throw a shoe at me, all the way from Oregon. However….thank you friend. You are the reason I am going. Without you, I wouldn’t have made the rest of it happen. Love you.
When my mom asked me what I wanted for my 30th birthday in April, I said, um…how about a plane ticket to NYC in August. She said, okay, I can do that on one condition. Her condition was getting to keep my kids for two weeks. Ha. A DOUBLE birthday present. I love my mommy. She is showing up today, to take them to the land of, Grandma is cooler than your mommy. It’s a very important and amazing place.
I found some amazing roommates. Stacey and Kari are two of my very favorite people in the world. The rest is kind of history. I’m going. I’ll be there. Megan was right, I wanted to go. I’m so thrilled that it all worked out. I can’t even tell you all how much of a break from my life I need right now.
So now, some weird things to know about me before hand:
-First of all, hi, I’m Issa. *waves* I know you all know that, but what people always ask is, how do I pronounce Issa? Well see my name is actually Melissa. Which I will totally answer too. Issa is a nick name for Melissa. The best way I can explain it, is this: Issa is Melissa without the Mel or Lissa without the L. (Try and call me Mel and you die. Am not kidding. I don’t find it funny and I DESPISE it. Try it more than once and I will most likely not speak to you any more.) There is no E sound in Issa. Got it? Please, don’t worry about screwing it up. Because honestly, I am probably going to look at you and go, and your Twitter/Blog Name is what again? Just ask, I promise I don’t bite and I’ll say Issa for you.
-I won’t be wearing much black, so I’ll be easy to spot in a crowd, in my colorful ass shirts. It’s not that I don’t like black, it’s that it makes me look too washed out. I am Polish Pasty. It’s a genetic condition.
-I don’t drink. Or if for some reason I do, it’s one drink. That is all. I don’t mind being around drunkards. It’s just not my thing.
-I once accidentally drank a wine cooler. I was ten years old. I had no concept of what it was, nor that it wasn’t just a kids drink, because it sure as hell tasted like one. It made me super sick. I can’t really drink sweet fruity drinks because of it.
-I will be the one wearing flip-flops the entire time. I did buy one new pair though. I luff them.
-I am a neurotic gum chewer. I have shitty teeth and I’m not really supposed to chew it, so I chew a piece, spit it out after five minute and then get a new piece another 30 minutes later.
-I will confuse you by using my kids real names. Because in person there is no way I will say their fake names. I can type it without thinking, but I just can’t keep it up in conversation.
-I will try really hard to be outgoing. Please to be knowing, it’s not the way I am naturally….so it may seem forced at times.
-I am not now, nor have I ever been cool. I have one new shirt. Because that is all I can afford to purchase at this time. I am likely to wear the same clothes as last year. Same flip-flops too. I have an anxiety disorder. I’ve been through a lot this year and I’m prone to crying. Shrug.
-Unless your Twitter avatar is posted on your forehead, I may not remember your name. Even if we met last year. Please remind me your name. I do want to meet you. I’m just bad with names.
-Last year there were people I wanted to meet and didn’t. A few I never saw (Maggie Dammit) a few I did and chickened the fuck out (Mom 101 & Motherhood Uncensored). I regretted that. The seeing and chickening out. I mean what if that had been my only chance ever? It isn’t, it won’t be, I’ve promised both Liz and Kristen that I WILL MEET THEM THIS YEAR. But still. It could have been, you know? If you want to meet me and you see me, please come say hi. I don’t bite. Promise. No matter how I appear, I am just as socially awkward as the next person.
-I am a self proclaimed baby whisperer. If you’d like to test that theory out, I’d love it. I have serious baby wants in this moment.
-I am blind as a bat. I will run into walls; trip over absolutely nothing and look at my nose when I get too tired.
-I am addicted to Starbucks. I will likely be easy to find each morning, as there is a SB in our hotel lobby.
-I am really going to NYC to eat. Seriously. My list of things to eat is getting out of hand.
-My three best friends are not going to be there. Please ignore me being permanently attached to my cell phone. I text and email them often. I am a multi-tasker. I will try to keep it to a minimum. However, they are my life line. I make no promises.
-I am going to be helping out in the Serenity Suite a few times. I will post when, next week, so if you’d like to come visit me then you can.
That’s all I know.
So important that I well…..technically it was Saturday. But whatever, I forgot. I had too much going on this weekend. Ha.
I made it two years. Without quitting. Or quitting and shutting down for good as someone so nicely reminded me yesterday. (I’d of quit like five times over, but I have a best friend clause, which prevents me from shutting down without written consent…anyway, it’s pretty convenient. That whole think it over for two days first thing is a good idea.) Truly though? I adore that each and every single day that I have best friends who will tell it to me like it is. Who will say things like, “you mean, not quit permanently.” Because she was right. Because she and my other best friends won’t let me get away with living in my own little world. They make me be real, with them, with myself.
Best friends who will send me an email after my post yesterday that basically says, in the nicest way possible, you need to suck it up and make him CIO. And? She too is right. As always.
Best friends that I wouldn’t have without this space. Had I not re-started a blog one morning two years ago, I wouldn’t know them. I wouldn’t know any of you. That? I just can’t imagine.
I never thought I’d meet the most amazing people in the world, through my words here, but I have.
In two years, I have done a lot. More than I even knew possible when I started writing here that day.
I’ve had a baby.
I lost a pregnancy.
I’ve written things that I wish I could take back. I’ve written things that make me weep, because it’s just so real. I’ve written things that threatened to sink me. I’ve written things that make me smile.
I’ve been to a blogging conference. In a few weeks, I’ll be attending my second one.
I spoke at a keynote in front of 1,000 people, something I never would have thought possible.
I’ve gone on vacations just to meet people I met through this blog. Haven’t met a single ax murderer yet.
I’ve sat at lunches and dinners with people I didn’t know two years ago and not wanted the meal to end. Meals one on one, meals in large groups. Mostly filled with more laughter than I knew possible. Occasionally some tears. But mostly, laughter.
You all have supported me through everything. Through things that I can’t imagine I could have made it through two years ago. Through depression, heartache, divorce. You all have been there, listening and I love you for it. From the bottom of my heart, I love you for it. Here, I made you all some cupcakes. No worries, there are enough to go around.
382 posts. 5,449 comments. Words. So many words. More friends than I could count.
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