Sitting at a table right now, selling my book. This is weiiiiirrrrrrd, y’all. Never thought I’d be saying that – “Here I am, all la-dee-da, selling this book I wrote and yep, it’s like got pages, and a cover…”
WOW. Every once in a while I have to shake myself and just go a little Jerry Lee Lewis on all this. I mean…
GREAT BALLS OF FIRE THERES’ A BOOK HERE AND I WRITED IT.
The above shows you my totally savvy media skills. They are off the HOOK. I mean, lookit:
- Picture is so dark it looks like final scene in The Blair Witch Project
- Backwards writing b/c well, yes, I dunno how to fix that.
- Glowing ac register above me… all “Look into the light, Caroline…” (Poltergeist quote. Cuz, who doesn’t think scary movies when at a women’s conference about addiction and recovery? Har har har).
- Deer in the headlights look. Really really really a normal look for me these days.
Ok, this conference ya’ll. I have to tell you. There are these fabulous women here, that I am working with and talking with and, like, riding around with in CARS and GETTING COFFEE and they are LIKE LETTING ME IN THE CAR WITH THEM I AM SO IN SEVENTH GRADE AGAIN!!!
They like me. I think they really like me.
I have been listening to women talk about their pain and their stories. So much of our lives are pain, right? And then we need to tell the story.
We all have something. We ALL have something.
Praise God we can talk it through.
Anyhow, just wanted to tell you all how it was going and how I feel like Jesus has been holding my hand the whole time.
At some point I’ll also tell you how I ended up convincing my workshop ladies that we would be doing interpretive dance to work through our troubles…
I so had them at jazz hands, y’all. I did.
Praise God from whom ALL blessings flow. Can I hear an amen?
Can you tell I am on a three-hours-of-sleep-women-talking-sharing-hugging-crying kind of high right now? I won’t be able to SPEAK for days when I come home.
For that, I am thinking my husband will be pretty grateful.