I am. Finally.
I can feel it, my atrocious string of bad luck is OVER.
I was so down holy crap. I stopped talking for a bit. I went to a meeting in jogging pants. That was the hardest time I’ve had way over a decade. And it ended, as big things do, with a giant metaphorical kick to the teeth, about a week ago.
In the aftermath, ready… I cried. Wait, in public. On 3 relative strangers. And it wasn’t a single, beautifully dramatic tear falling, I cried a contact out.
It was a good kick. But just because they do, doesn’t mean I do, that I’d behave as classlessly and publicly, add some text and blog the photo of us hugging like, really?
Things settled, and a few days ago my fever broke, I started to feel better and lighter. Feels dumb to say, but I could tell the bad-luck-string has been severed.
I’m starting to feel like my old self. But I’m going to try something new, and not rush or push, I’m going to … take my time. Physically cringed typing that. But if the base isn’t strong, can’t build on top.
I have a big week this week… 4 events (wait till you see where we’re going Thursday); the usual meetings; this week’s column is about donating your organs; my Rogue review runs this week; and the last stage of blog renovations happens Friday, and I’m not prepared.
As I come back I have so much to tell you– Nashville TN last week with Nissan, and their all-new Rogue (like it), and … new shoes / I broke the internet again YES / working with MotoringTV / VIN numbers and some more columns / security stuff / street magic and driving videos / way more I forget but wrote down / more on how I’ve been evolving my look :|
Thanks for your patience.
xo
PS – still absorbing this revelation:
I think I also have to accept, that there is an actual human on the other end of this… (like, these posts just don’t go into the ether, then cars appear). Therefore, this is a relationship, and it needs better time management and attention.
