Dear Babies,
I’m a guest blogger today for a site called 4godssakeboys.com. You know me with compliments, I’m terrible. Buy me a gift? My cheeks will turn red and I will say thank you ten thousand times, I’m the worst. And here I am extremely flattered that this talented writer (Bethany Meyer!) chose to step aside for a day and hand her soap box to me, and I find myself in that awkward zone again, how can I be thankful enough?
It’s a funny thing to be such an introvert (no, really, I am!) in an extrovert’s shell. (Or, am I loud sometimes as a distraction, so that underneath you can’t see the real me, hmm? {Furrowed eyebrows}, says Keanu Reeves as Neo in “The Matrix” being told “there is no spoon.”)
People are so amazed that I write these letters to you. How do I find the time? And that confuses me (cue eyebrows, Neo), because writing is like breathing to me. It’s just something I do. It’s like brushing my teeth. People get up, go to work, work in finance, whatever that means (more eyebrows, Neo), farm potatoes, who knows. This is what I do. I sit at my desk and words just flow. My computer keyboard is like my piano. Throw up in your mouth when you read that, but it’s true.
I say I’m an introvert, yet, writing is about people. It’s for people. It’s affecting people. It’s healing people. It’s uniting people.
So here I am, right in the thick of it, somewhere between bold and red-cheeked and squirming.
Love,
Mom
Amy, I am equally uncomfortable with compliments…which is why my cheeks are pink from your referring to me as a, gulp, talented writer! Thank you so much. Stay bold and you’ll continue to squirm. Because the more you write, the more the world will fall in love with your writing. It’s truly brilliant.
SO happy that Bethany introduced me to your blog. It is beautiful. There it is…. another compliment….. You are going to have to get used to this! lol
not sure why I am “Anonymous” above, but this is me.
Thank you, “Anonymous!”
LOVED your post, Amy. Brilliant. xo
Thanks, Stephanie xx