Optimism?

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Sometimes that word just pisses me off. Yes, I meant it as a question and not a statement or fact. Lately, I have had the persistent urge to shoot life the proverbial middle finger. Screw me? Screw you.

Life keeps piling up in these huge overwhelming heaps of dung and every time I get close to falling over the edge, some one pulls me back. I can't stay bitter. Dammit.

Writing was almost impossible this last week. My son spent much of the week in the hospital for a seizure study so my time was dedicated to him, alone. When he was released, I finally sat down to spend time with Beth, Tommy and Ryan. I felt disconnected, rusty and very frustrated so I logged onto Facebook to pick the brains of some awesomely gifted writers I know. I was seriously considering throwing in the towel, that is how close to the edge I was. They didn't coddle me or sugar coat any of their opinions. They pretty much told me to get over myself and get back to work. Then they provided me with the most remarkable feedback and I was able to rework my chapter into something I could never have done without them. Thank you, my darling BAAC friends, for saving Beth from the waste bin.

Today I found out that my husband will be working on a project in Germany for the next year. I found this out about an hour after I formally declared my intent to homeschool our son this school year. At this point cliff diving was sounding pretty darn good. There they were again! These people, crazy people I might add, who let me know that I was loved, supported and appreciated. Damn. Damn. Damn!

Can't a girl just wallow for a bit? Nope. Whenever I felt myself settle in for a good ole fashioned pity party, my phone would ring or my computer would chime with notifications, all from people who just wanted me to know that they were there. How blessed am I ? Beyond measure.

Randall, MP, M3, Fred, Jennifer, MKP, Fear, Brownie, Happy, Nina, Ivory Tower, Cyn, Pauly, Jules and my crazy family: Thanks for keeping a girl from falling apart. I love you, dearly.


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  1. MelissaAugust 6, 2012 at 5:09 PM

    I need your email address to give you your coffee!! Love you :) and I'm glad all is better. For now. Until the next storm my sweet.

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  2. Melissa BrownAugust 6, 2012 at 5:14 PM

    Love you, girly!!!!! <3

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  3. JenniferAugust 6, 2012 at 5:15 PM

    <3 you! xoxo

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  4. ARAugust 6, 2012 at 5:16 PM

    We've held each other's hands, and will continue to do so as long as there are hands to be held. It's not just about writing. In order to write, one must have life, love, angst, pain, and more questions than answers. We help question each other, and provide answers when able. . . I might burst right in to tears when I meet you in Chicago. BTW, aces with Ivory Tower...

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  5. JulesAugust 6, 2012 at 5:20 PM

    Sloppy hugs and kisses!

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  6. hcsdAugust 6, 2012 at 5:22 PM

    Warm fuzzies :D Always thinking about you and your fam! Hopefully Steve won't have to be gone that long...yes positive thoughts, my name wouldn't be what it is otherwise! Love you lots XOXO - Happy

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  7. Maggi MyersAugust 6, 2012 at 5:42 PM

    Y'all warm the cockles of my heart :-)

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  8. UnknownAugust 6, 2012 at 7:41 PM

    You are such a kind and lovely friend, Maggi. Look forward to days when we can celebrate some happy news and times!

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  9. MishkaPaceAugust 7, 2012 at 3:16 AM

    Hang in there, Mags. Keep on keepin' on!

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