Alright, I took the weekend.
I had donuts with my son.
(Proper southern girls eat their feelings.)
I bought a new bike and rode it all over the place.
Cheap lil thing, but I loved the color.
It looks like a beach cruiser, all spearmint and tan with the wide handlebars.
Very vintage . . . ish.
Needs a basket and a horn and a baseball card stuck in the back spokes.
Okay, maybe not.
Okay, maybe just a basket.
Anyway, the point is that I'm feeling so much better.
I stepped away from the blog for most of the weekend and was stunned at the response
I'd received when I came back to look things over.
Thank you all.
I get so stupidly worked up sometimes.
Admittedly, so stupidly worked up.
And yes, it has dawned on me how ironic it is that I let the situation over
THIS PARTICULAR RING
grind me down!
(Rolling eyes, red cheeks.
She shuffles a foot and shifts her balance.)
Some days I'm all talk.
Other days talking it out would do me some good,
but I'm too busy acting on a whim.
You ever get that way?
We all do.
Something hits a nerve.
We react without thinking.
Is it worth getting so upset over?
The ring wasn't worth the customer getting so upset over.
A customer getting so upset over a ring wasn't worth ME getting so upset over.
So who I am to say anything, I guess.
Now that I've calmed down it's sort a silly string of events.
When will you learn, child?
I can't thank you all enough for the advice,
You puts some good thoughts in my head and a smile on my face.
Those of you who wrote me privately amazed me.
Those who came out of the woodwork to share or shake hands with me,
that was just lovely.
Those of you who have been here all along . . .
It's an odd thing,
feeling sentimental about people you don't really know.
Maybe with creative juice comes that excessive sensitivity?
Is that where it comes from?
I've always been so sensitive.
It serves me well and will also be the death of me, I'm sure.
Sometimes it's easy to write because you never know if anyone's really out there reading.
It's easy to say too much.
At least for girls like me who can really wind up and go.
So thanks for not tuning me out when I get a bit too loud.
Thanks for unfolding me when I feel too small.
I have honestly met some of the most amazing people through this blog.
That should always be my focus.
So among all the other things you gave me Friday,
thanks mostly for that reminder.
What's the saying?
Barn's burnt down . . . now I can see the moon.
With great warmth,