I am completely overwhelmed with the comments from my last post. And not only by those of you who left comments on my blog, several of you de-lurked and emailed me armchair psychiatry. All of your kind advice and suggestions are very much appreciated. Never in a zillion years did I think I could find such kindness from strangers in this open public space. It’s odd, but I really don’t even consider you strangers. Hell, I even dream about many of you. Is that wrong? Well, sometimes it is.
I wasn’t prepared for emails like this, and I’m not quite sure how to handle the kindness, but to say the least, it is quite humbling. From my friend Sherry:
I don’t have anything to say, other than this. . . I do so admire you. And as I feel my adoration for you, I feel better about me, after all you’re my friend. I admire you because you’re courageous. You’re unwilling to keep the status quo in your life even though it’s painful. You keep asking the hard questions of yourself. Your desire to grow is greater than the pull to stay small and insignificant. So, until you’re ready to carry the immense admiration that so many obviously feel for you for yourself, you can rely on me and all of your other fans to bear the burden of your incredibleness.
I have fans? Would that have anything to do with my dildo-cam lingo? Anyhow, go me.
I have so much to sort out right now, personally and professionally, but I wanted to say thank you. I know for a fact that without all of your support, I would not be training for my 5th marathon.
*Anyone bought this book? No One Cares What You Had for Lunch, by Margaret Mason. Any good?