Too.

Yeah, me too.

It is Day 2.  Kind of raw from a hard night last night.  A night where truths were told, tears were shed, love was shared, lives were changed.  A night that made me different.  Better, I hope.  A night that I sat and cried and talked, really talked with one of the most important people in my life.  A night that I told him that as challenging as the path was...it was the path I followed...thorns and all, and it was worth every scratch, rip, fall, trip, cut, and scare.  A path that led me to make bad decisions...over and over...but still find a way to make really good ones, too.  A path that led me to my Prince...even when I wasn't ready to let him rescue me the first time.  (It took years for that to happen.  He waited.  And every day I love him more than I did the day before.  He sees me the way I want to one day see me.)  A path that allowed me to walk with, to love, to trust and to share my burdens with my amazing family and my true friends that never give up.  Even when they had plenty of reason to do so.
I am funny.  And vulgar.  And sweet.  And mean.  And selfish.  And selfless.  I love to give gifts.  I love to cook.  I love to make someone laugh.  I love to tell stories.  I love to read.  I love to listen. I love babies.  I love fires.  (not in a pyro kind of way)  I hate green peppers.  In fact, if you put green peppers on a Reuben it is just about every food I hate in one sandwich.  Some days I hate my own reflection.  I have developed a fear of being social that I never had before.  I will come when you call.  I have extraordinarily ugly feet.  Big fat bunions that need to go.  I have the shoulders of a swimmer but I never swam competitively (except grade school swim team...and that was just for the Jell-O powder.  Oh...and it really wasn't competitive.) 
I am most at peace next to water.  I don't like to fly but love the destination.  I don't like to travel without my husband.  I sleep with a teddy bear.  Peppermint Patty and I both have naturally curly hair.  I love to have my hair straightened.  It makes me feel sexy.  I have five siblings.  One doesn't like me much.  The others do. My parents are still alive and I should see them more often.  They are great.
I have fucked up a lot of things.  What I have done well is:  be the Mom of two of the best men I know.  And marry (the second time) the man of my dreams.  Why not focus on the good...right?  I love to write.  Even like this, when it is sort of nonsensical.  I love the idea of calling myself "a writer."
So, my 40 Day friends, I am going to write.  Every day.  Sometimes you may love it, sometimes you may not.  Day 2 is on the books.

Yeah, me too.