What an AMAZING day I’m having.
There’s only two things that could make this day any better. And no, I’m not including the fairy god mother who could wave her wand and go: poof! with my entire house and get it reorganized.
I stopped into the store where Survival: Heaps has been on the shelf. It’s been two weeks. Three copies sold.
I want to throw up. Really.
It’s been a drama week for me. Full of heart break but these past twenty four hours? I keep getting slammed in the forehead with good things.
I’m not a cryer. I don’t have complex emotions. Deep ones, yes. What I feel, I feel completely. I usually don’t feel much. Not that I don’t let myself. I just… don’t. Last week, I took my balls in my hands and attempted to do something I just figured out. While that didn’t work out so well, and I’m okay with that, I have that same “need to puke” feeling right now. The same feeling when my first book sold and the entire circumstances around that.
I walked into Play the Game, Read the Story and saw that there was only one copy on the shelf. One. I had left four for sale.
This. This is the moment. Just like when my first book sold. My heart is so damned full right now, I am on complete overload.
I woke up earlier this week knowing that, while I was in pain, my heart had finally healed from years of neglect from my ex. I had an experience that blew me away and showed me that I am completely capable of being human again.
Today, I learn my game sold.
Today, I braved 690 in Syracuse, after my head was blown off at the store and got lost. And for anyone that knows me, I get lost a lot while driving. I made it through an entire construction zone at speed.
Today, I did get lost three times in Syracuse and made a lot of wrong turns. But I found every store I was looking for without too much difficulty. I made it to Natur-Thyme and bought my favorite roasting grounds. I made it to Michael’s and found an adjustable stand for my counted-cross stitching so I can do my thread work. My rooms upstairs are ready for building into my play and crafting rooms. I saw a hawk on the power lines on my way home.
Again, for anyone who knows me, I have been teased for a long time for usually missing animal sightings from the car. So this was a big deal for me.
Yesterday, someone who I care about and cares about me back took care not to hurt my feelings over something I am sensitive about.
I am shaking and happy and really, there’s only two things that could make this day any better. So much that I probably will wind up puking by the time I try to go to bed. So I am going to take this energy I’ve been blessed with and put it into the upstairs and keep going with the goodness…
Blessings, all!