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Worry

I haven’t been looking at the November NaBloPoMo prompts this month, which is pretty spectacular considering I’ve been struggling to blog for the past few months. Today, however, I gave the prompts a gander, and today’s prompt made my heart stop.

If you could permanently get rid of one worry, what would it be?

Tonight I received my copy of the latest Post Secret book in the mail. Unlike the other books, I didn’t get this one the day it came out. I didn’t even plan on looking at it tonight, but then I started looking at one page, and one page turned to twenty, and then one hundred, and before I knew it I had finished the book.

Even though I was 19 when the last book came out, I think it’s safe to say that this is the first PostSecret book that I’ve read as an adult.

Holy toledo.

I’ve met Frank Warren, the mastermind behind PostSecret, not once, but twice. He’s a big part of why I’m a writer today. He was genuinely touched when I told him this past March about how his words had impacted me, and he even shared a thank you note I’d written him with his hundreds of thousands of Twitter followers.

Yet, despite how large of a role Frank and Post Secret has played in my life, I’ve never cried because of them… Not until I read the latest Post Secret book.

Oddly enough, since about the last time I spoke with Frank in March, I’ve been having some health issues. Without going into too many issues, I don’t know where I stand with my ability to have kids, and I won’t know until V & I actually start trying to start a family, something we won’t be ready to do for at least a few years.

Tonight, I took a picture of one secret in the beginning half of the book that made me cry. It made me feel vulnerable to even take a photo of this secret as something that stood out to me.

(c) Frank Warren- The World of Post Secrets

(c) Frank Warren- The World of Post Secrets

Two hours later, as I neared the conclusion of the book, I came to another page that made me bawl my damn eyes out.

(c) Frank Warren- The World of Post Secret

(c) Frank Warren- The World of Post Secret

Once again, Frank and Post Secret have given me the kick in the butt I need to stay positive and look towards my future. I need to let go of my worry that my future won’t include everything that I want it to. I won’t know what it holds until it gets there.

I’m in a blog writing coma.

For the first time in YEARS, my family has Thanksgiving leftovers. Although we went to my Aunt’s, we made a 2nd Thanksgiving dinner at our house yesterday for my Dad’s birthday.

This meant I could make a Thanksgiving Dagwood sandwich for lunch today. Yum.

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I’m in such a turkey coma right now.

Much like a turkey coma, I’m also in a blogging coma.

I’ve been writing blog posts every day since October 1st. I’m tired. I can barely move. I want to nap. I want to go back for more, but I just don’t think I can.

So, I’m taking a step back from blogging. I’m still going to blog, but not daily. I need to take a break in order to continue to love blogging. Otherwise, it will turn into an obligation rather than fun.

Happy end of November, folks. Go enjoy your turkey coma.

Two girls can get married.

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I’m entirely too excited about the doodle I doodled on the envelope for my cousin’s minion themed birthday party.

I was at a family party today for the first time since I became engaged to V, and I was told to expect questions from my two younger cousins, as they were curious about me getting married.

So, when I started playing a game with them, I braced myself for the questions two girls, ages 10 and 5, would have about two girls getting married.

The 5 year old told me how her birthday party was minion themed because it’s her “favorite movie EVER!!” I mentioned that Despicable Me is one of V’s favorite movies, and she grinned, looked at her big sis and me, and said, “That’s your– what’s the word (10 year old)? Peeancé?” Her big sis corrected her, and the 5 year old turned to me. “What’s your fiancée’s name? The one with the white shirt and the haircut?” I told her, and she smiled and continued playing the game, informing me it was my turn. We continued playing, and nothing more was mentioned.

Then, out of nowhere, the 5 year old stated, “Two girls can get married!” I smiled, and her older sister pointed to my ring and said how pretty it was. The 5 year old said it was sparkly, and then said it was her sister’s turn.

That was that.