I will never have enough time, talent, or treasure to fully give back to the people and organizations that have helped me through, but I can use what I have, when I have it, to support services that others will benefit from.
I wondered what it would be like to see my name on a book cover, and how I would feel when my words, my heart-blood, were read by pairs of eyes other than my own.
I feel like a twelve-year-old girl deciding which classmates to invite to a birthday sleepover.
What I came to realize is that names are irrelevant. Identifying my friends and family members would detract from my story, and it is my story.
So many friends and fans have been anxiously awaiting my book baby. Nobody has waiting longer than me. It had to be the right time, and I had to be in the right place and frame of mind to do it right.
If nothing else, I hope that is your takeaway from this book that I have birthed. And it was a birth, both in the creation of a physical object, and a renewing of spirit.
While it was fun, I had to battle that bitchy, mean girl voice inside my head. You know her, right? She tells you that you are too fat, too ugly, too uptight, too…everything! But the truth is, dear readers, is that this book is my story, pieces of me that even those closest to me are not aware of.