MY proudest day...because y'all know I thought of everyone BUT me at first. I though of Syre and my mom and even the day my dad became sober...but, I think I'll champion myself.
I can't pinpoint an exact day, but the DAY itself was in the making. The day I decided to take on someone else as a "manager". I'd been making 1,000 excuses about how much I needed to get done BEFORE doing anything with my writing and even with Fancy Face...but, I quit bullshitting and started taking the bull by the horns.
I allowed a friend of mind to set me up on a self-publishing site and put my work out there as a STAND ALONE project and I'm glad I did. Not because it's selling like hotcakes (because it's a free download), but because it's conditioning me for being OUT there.
I find myself encouraging, marketing, inspiring everyone else while my own talents flounder in a dry place. I've grown tired of the rut I've been in and am ready to color outside the lines. I THINK outside the lines, LOVE outside the lines, GIVE outside the lines...but, rarely had I stepped outside of those lines for my own benefit.
I'm growing prouder of myself by the day. The woman I'm becoming at 40 is something of a splendid thing to see. I know there's going to be more proud days and I'm ready. I really am.
I'm a lover AND a fighter...I like the folks most don't. I walk to the beat of a drummer....who isn't REALLY in the band, but got the best beats. I am big on love..."I see you" where you're at...hopefully this blog helps you to see me, as well. Either Love me...or leave me alone!
Having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away. - a quote by Dinah Craik