My inbox is loaded with so many messages with the word “Thankful” in the subject line that I mentally brush them off. I get that it’s important to jump on the bandwagon during the season of buying, but it gets a little redundant.
That’s why I took note of an email entitled “I appreciate YOU!” It stood out from the crowd, but more importantly, it sent me right down Memory Lane and made me laugh aloud. Here’s why.
Seriously? She had me paged in a Connecticut store from California?
Hot under the collar, I found and punched the “R” on my keyboard, hit send, and rushed over to check out, hoping I had enough cash so I wouldn’t have to whip out a credit card identifying me as that Deborah Davis.
When your ego tells you, “You’ve been writing long enough. You should have something done by now,” tell it to chill out. How can you possibly determine how long it will take you to complete your project when you have never done it before? C’mon, cut yourself some slack.
Today I saw my new favorite tattoo. It was on the upper arm of a handsome muscular young man. To be honest, in general, I am not a fan of tattoos. That’s due to an article I read years ago about how the tattoo industry wasn’t regulated.
Fast forward to today… I’m sashaying through the gym with my headphones on, inordinately pleased with myself as my new music, which I loaded on myself, starts to come through on my playlist. Then, Get It On queues up.
Waiting with my computer… and the older couple hunting for an umbrella substitute because she just got her hair done and doesn’t want to get it wet. Waiting with a young father with two school-age girls sitting on another patio set. He’s kind enough to show me the storm on his phone so we can watch it pass as we listen to it pound the roof. Apparently, my smart phone is smart enough to pull up the same images, but I’m not, so I rely on the kindness of strangers.
I’m proud to say that I’m walking the walk, and talking the talk. After driving my poor Saab into the ground, I bit the bullet and purchased a new car. My adorable Chevy Volt is a hybrid plug-in that gets 50+ miles per charge. By driving carefully, and following their suggestions, I was able to log 800 miles before I had to refill my gas tank.
Three years later, I’m writing my first nonfiction book, How To Keep Your Daughter From Slamming the Door: An Awesome Mom Handbook, which will be out later this year. I considered my newest gem to be a complete departure from my previous YA books… or, so I thought until today when my comments to my fiction fan created an echo in my head.
This is a great Mother-Daughter activity. If you two are having relationship problems, make a promise to each other to leave all that outside the door during your 2-hour spa treatment. Build up your relationship one loving experience at a time.
