I kind of stopped writing because I started to think that my stories didn’t matter.
It’s such a ballsy thing to stand up and say, “Yes, my story matters. It’s important and I must get it out into the world and it will make a difference.”
But I was depressed and couldn’t imagine such things. So I made excuses. I was tired. I was working on writing that pays, writing about Joe’s Mattress Shack and their new pillowtop ultra extreme bedding extravaganza. I wasn’t denying the world anything of value.
Except I was. I am.
It’s so easy to look at other people’s stories and say, “YES! This is of value! Get this out in the world!” Like the story that Mary-Claire King tells about Joe DiMaggio babysitting her daughter at the airport. That’s an important story.
But the gist of that story is that you never know what ripples a simple act of kindness will have in the world. In Mary-Claire’s case … well, you should just read the story.
In my case? Maybe somebody just needs to hear, “Me, too.”
Or maybe I’m more of a cautionary tale. Whichever.
Either way, I’m getting back on the horse. I’m telling my stories, even when it hurts.
Here’s what I’ve been up to:
- Rehabbed our rental house, put it on the market, and got a full-price offer within an hour. An hour! Last time I tried to sell a house, it took nine months, so this was amazing. Except … we knew we had to replace the roof. The roofers didn’t tarp the roof correctly. We had a torrential rain. THE CEILINGS INSIDE THE HOUSE COLLAPSED FROM THE WATER DAMAGE. It’s all so stupid. The roofing company took responsibility and it only moved our closing back a week, but My Guy and I both lost about 10 years off our lives due to stress.
Dude. That’s not supposed to look like that. Also, just out of frame? My husband and I having simultaneous heart attacks.
- Obsessed all summer about going to the beach. It was to be my finish line after a summer of the aforementioned house flipping madness. I am one of those people who just neeeeeeds water. We were scheduled to go to Florida … during the hurricane. When I called the hotel to cancel our non-refundable reservation, I was all, “You don’t want me during the hurricane! I have no skillz!” and they were like, “You’re right, we don’t want you. Here’s all your money back.” I was relieved but … slightly hurt.
- Been mauled by this now-50-pound dog.
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