Friends, I am so excited to share this book with you, I COULD JUST CRY. (It might be the sleep deprivation.)
I love what is happening on the Internet, I do. I love the ideas, the confessions, the livelihoods, but what I find there means nothing, NOTHING, if I don’t take what’s found there and give it legs. And to begin to give these things legs I must stay off-line FOR AWHILE because my mind needs to dig into the thinking, needs to suss out the bits that don’t quite make sense, and I need to make a plan - the lists, the blueprints, the intentions - and then I need to stick with it. And the Internet can help with that. It can help. It is a helper. It is not a be-er. It is not a do-er. No, those parts are up to me. And, though I try to be honest, try to share things online that help, though I try not to draw too much attention to myself, it’s still not me. Not really. Because I’ve got skin on. And that skin, it matters. Because I was born with it. I didn’t pick it, I’ve just got to grow into it. And, y’know, even though it’s more spotty and less taut than it once was, I think it’s getting more beautiful. And, you know what, I think yours is, too.
Spread the joy with me, will you?