Plus, I'm a writer. And I'm really chatty. So, there's also that.
Basically, this past weekend was probably one of the best and worst of my life. All rolled into one. With a little side of panic attacks, covered in bliss. You get the idea.
I stepped so far out of my comfort zone yesterday, I was afraid I may never find my way back. But now that it's over, I can happily say I'm not sure I ever want to go back.
You wanna know why? I thought you might.
They took time out of their busy lives (And for most of them, it was one hell of drive!) to come and support little old me. Oh, and did I mention it was pouring down rain? Yep. Totally was.
My cup runneth over.
So, let me wrap this up by saying the book festival was a HUGE success. Did I sell many books? No. But something even better happened. I was reminded that no matter where this whole writing gig takes me, I somehow have these incredible people in my life that always seem to be there to support and encourage me. And even though some of us don't talk or see each other every day, when we get together, it feels like we were never apart. I know friendships like that are rare, my friends, and guess what? I've got lots of them.
Jealous yet? You should be.
First, I want to say thanks to my sweet friend Andrea who was the one who put the crazy idea of this festival in my head in the first place. Initially we chatted about just going to see an author we both know and love, but then she suggested I go as an author myself, and I'm so very glad she did. Thanks for believing in me, girl. It means more than you could ever know.
To my dear friend Mandy, words cannot express (even for a supposed writer) the gratitude I feel for what you did yesterday and for just having you in my life. We've spanned nearly three decades, my bestie, and I'm looking forward to the next thirty years with gusto. With all of my heart and soul, I love you.
And to the rest of the gals who got roped into the nonsense yesterday by Ms. Mandy, please know that if you ever need an extra set of clapping hands or some additional "hootin' and hollerin'" in your audience, I'll come running. No questions asked.
And to my sweet mom...thank you for always believing in me, supporting me, encouraging me, loving me, and for just being you. You are by far the best mom a girl could ever ask for, and I hope I'm exactly like you when I grow up.
And last, but certainly not least, for everyone that couldn't make it out but wanted to, please know that I don't have to see your faces to feel the love. You were there with me, whether you knew it or not.
I guess what I'm getting at is I couldn't do this without all of you there to hold me up. So let's take on the world together. Shall we?
Love and hope,