Yes, yes, I know. Contrived. Predictable.
But, FUCKING GENUINE.
Seriously, thank you for showing up here and reading. I know you are. I have site statistics and know there are between 100-800 of you. I don't know who you are (well, except you, mom), but, thank you.
It's a little odd to be this public. This honest. This open. It's embarrassing.
I alternate between feeling badass and like and asshole.
I worry, what will my grandmother think? Should I curse this much? What will my clients think? Will my daughter read this? Could I be arrested? Will I get a stalker? Do you know where I live? Do they want to know anyone this well? Am I a waste of internet space? Yarp, I think all of these things JUST LIKE YOU. But I let them float by. I try not to get hung up. I try to push forward and keep TRUSTING and BELIEVING that if I am really, truly, honestly as much me as I can be–that I will speak to a place inside you where judgement is forbidden.
So, THANK YOU for creating and holding space for me, virtually. It's my true hope that my attempt to reconcile my whole self here in front of you will inspire you to do some of the same. Be You. Be the best you that you can.
Be honest and hope and fucking pray that they/he/she/I will love you anyway.
Happy Thanksgiving, folks.