*Waves madly* As you can see I’m just … out of it – and confusing myself as to what/how to title these posts. Also I was just … down for the count the last few days. Anyway – the important thing is that Cathy Yardley is visiting with us today because it’s her BIRTHDAY!!! I asked her if she would be willing to write a post at ALBTALBS and she kindly agreed and that is wonderful!
So without further ado … Cathy!
The Answer to Life, The Universe, and Everything
I thought about listing 42 things that I’ve learned, or that I’m grateful for, or just stuff you don’t know about me. But that’s a long list, and admittedly, a good number of years to cover and distill down to just 42 things.
I will say this, though…
I’m more myself now. I know what that is and what it means. I know what I stand for, and I’m a lot braver when it comes to standing up for it.
I’ve discovered what it means to be a mother. And a writer. And more than slightly insane, probably in part thanks to both being a mother and a writer.
I’ve discovered that I’ve been a consummate liar, to myself especially.
I’ve put more energy into things that happened in a way I didn’t want and things I want to happen in a specific way than I have in dealing with what’s right here, right now.
I’ve discovered I’m okay with that. I mean, it’s not great, but I’ll probably still do it. And forgive myself for it, and try to do better.
I’ve embraced being a full blown, utter geek, introvert, genre fan. I love sci fi and romance and fantasy. I am a card carrying fandom citizen and I obsess over fictional people.
I miss Romantic Comedy and will do anything I can to bring that cycle back.
I’m finally coming to terms with my crippling phobia of – wait for it – inflated latex balloons. I still judge it as the stupidest phobia ever, though.
I mourn not being able to drink coffee and have copious amounts of chocolate. I also crave sleep the way I used to crave excitement.
And at this age, I’ve discovered my ass probably shouldn’t be over my head for any reason whatsoever. (Looking at you, trampoline.)
I no longer give a damn about a lot of things I used to think were important. That is an enormous blessing. As a result, though, I’ve disengaged a lot of verbal filters. That’s a bit of a curse. (A funny curse, but still.)
Ever year I’ve been alive, I have more to write about – and more to read. And that makes me incredibly happy.
So for my birthday, I’d like to offer you a gift. Answer in the comments one thing you know about yourself at this age, and I’ll give one random commenter copies of Can’t Buy Me Love and Don’t Let Me Go, from a wonderful, super-sexy New Adult series by Rin Daniels. And if you can answer why I’ve chosen the title of this blog post, I’ll send you a copy of my last novel, Temping is Hell. Happy new year, and allons-y! 😀
So remember to wish Cathy a very happy birthday, and to answer her question – what’s one thing you know about yourself at this age? – because I’m really curious too!!!