For no other reason, other than the fact that I am just hell bent on writing a blog and having some fun today. So sit back and enjoy my faces. And if you have time, let me know what faces you're sporting today.
1.) I am hopeful. I met some new friends recently, and I feel really good about them. In the last few months I've been burned, so it feels exceptional to have new friends that might actually be good peeps.
2.) I am happy. My debut book has been pretty well received by the public, and its still mind boggling that I am a published author. All these years working towards a goal, and now I'm here. What a happy feeling!
3.) I am shocked. Again....all these years working towards a goal, and I am finally here. It feels surreal, and I am left feeling very shocked. I hope this feeling never goes away, because frankly, the moment I get comfortable with my success, is the moment my career may as well be over.
4.) I am stimulated. Okay, get your mind out of the gutter, dirt bags. My mind is stimulated right now. I am doing some critiquing, and expanding my preferred genres by leaps and bounds, and having a h*ll of a time at it. I go to bed filled with stories and words that I never would have considered if I'd not reached out and made some new friends, and I am baffled at the amount of talent I am surrounded with.
5.) I am tired. I never stop working. If I'm not writing, editing, critiquing, or reading...I am caring for four kids, cleaning my house, getting my kids ready to go back to school, carpooling, grocery shopping, folding laundry, or trying *somehow* to be a good wife to my lovable nerd. I am a woman who sleeps (at best) 4 to 6 hours a night, and I am stuck in a permanent state of fatigue.
6.) I am dissatisfied. I am not okay with my weight. It is getting worse, and I am sick sick sick of being fat. Seriously. Granted, I am the one who hates skinny chicks, so I must clarify that I have no desire to be a skinny chick with the body of a twelve year old boy. But would it be nice to walk a block without starting a brush fire from the rub between my fat thighs? Yes. Would I enjoy walking past my reflection in a window without wanting to throw up in my mouth? Yes. Would I enjoy wearing a bathing suit that doesn't have a built in lock-and-load bra for my giant torpedo t*ts? Yes. This is why I am dissatisfied.
7.) I am hurt. This particular emotion isn't big right now. I don't walk around in a permanent state of wounded, for the record. But I am hurt by some things right now, and I think only time will be able to heal that. I will get over it. Really, I will. And when I do, I will be a better person. Right? I certainly hope so...
8.) I am worried. I was born this way. Literally. My mother is a class A, prime cut worrier. I come by it naturally. I plan things in advance, pay for bills early if I can, make detailed schedules and charts for my week, set goal lists for every day, etc etc etc....it annoys people. I have evidence of this. But it's because I worry so much. If it isn't planned out and on my schedule, it throws me for a loop, and I will find a way to stress about it. Thanks for the legacy, mom. ;)
9.) I am blessed. I have a husband who loves me, no matter what I look or act like. We have four children who are (mostly) healthy. We have a roof over our head, and we both have jobs that we love. And in this economy, that is a blessing we should all thank the big Dude for. So one of my faces is, without a doubt, a blessed face. (whatever that looks like)
10.) I am flattered. People like my book. No, you don't get what I'm saying....people are telling me that my book has made them laugh, cry, giggle, wiggle, and just plain squeal. MY WORDS are touching people. I am a giant, raging nerd. With a crappy temper, a horrible food addiction, and who still owns a chunk of her childhood blankie. I am, in no way, someone to idolize, and yet.....people are sending me emails THANKING me for my work. Um.........wow. Flattered doesn't even begin to cover it.
I think that covers the "faces" I am sporting today. What faces do you have?
Brooke Moss.
