Oh I’ve really missed you all. I think about my blog friends every day. Even though you don’t talk much I know you’re there. You’re watching out for me and I’m watching out for you. You just don’t like the spotlight much (you know you need to work on that, don’t you?) and you don’t want to write a comment unless you think it’s really worthwhile. I get it, I’m the same way. None-the-less, I know you’re there and I appreciate you. In fact, if I could I would reach out and pinch your sweet cheeks. Not those cheeks, the ones on your face that are now bright red.
Maybe I wouldn’t really pinch your cheeks — because that hurts. But I’d probably hug you. nah, I definitely would hug you for reading my words and being there for me when I’m not sure what I’m doing or why I’m writing or what the heck is going on outside (snow or no snow?).
If you’re not a hugger, I’ve got to tell you – you’re missing out. This I know because for many, many years I was a bona-fide non-hugger. Didn’t like people touching me. Really felt awkward when people looked me directly in the eye too. I did my best to shrug off intimate situations like hugging and eye-looking by cracking jokes, putting on my “big-girl-I’m-in-control-voice” or simply by holding something between me and you.
Then something happened and I decided to try hugging. I think what happened is that I chose to dig a little deeper into my stuff. Y’know, stuff. the crap that happens and accumulates in the closets of your mind and heart while you’re busy climbing the corporate ladder, trying to make a marriage work, dealing with the marriage ending, trying to grow a business, trying to read your friends’ minds, wondering if everyone really IS saying nasty things about you when you’re at the cocktail party that seems waaayyy out of your league. That stuff. I started digging and found out some more stuff. Like I’m okay most of the time. Like most people aren’t actually spending that much time dissecting my every move. Like hugging never killed anyone.
Oh, there’s more stuff to get through – always is. It’s often messy and mucky — I use the analogy of making my way through a dark, damp tunnel trying to get to the other side. (crap, I just realized that sounds like a pretty common symbolism for being birthed – never noticed that til now!) During the time in the tunnel I don’t have a light just my mind’s eye, hands and feet to guide me. It’s dirty and messy but also full of mystery and, dare I say Fun – or at least moments of illumination that lead me to fun.
Anyway, I’m on the journey – and this month that’s meant putting money in the bank. My plan includes helping one of my dearest and most amazing entrepreneurial friends with her business – and her business doesn’t stop, so I’m on the go – alot. But you know what? The momentum is fun (albeit physically tiring at times) and seems to be igniting all kinds of other things that are coming down the pike – things I wouldn’t have even dared dream about if I wasn’t off my duff doing some work and bringing in some tide-over cash for Christmas shopping.
So that’s where I’ve been. You’ve missed me and I’ve missed you. Wait til I see you, you’ll get that hug!
