It's no secret to anyone who's seen me in the last few days that I'm going through a rough time. Really rough.
But I'ma be ok. Excuse my slang. But I think now is a good time to be real. I hide behind my written words so much, it's time I stop that.
It's gotten so bad that when I started to write this, I spent far too long trying to figure out how I could tie it into some sort of sports metaphor.
But here's the thing: Sometimes you don't need a pretty lead. Sometimes you don't need an interesting anecdote. Sometimes you don't need to use perfect AP Style.
Because this is one of those ever-increasing times where I have life put in perspective for me. I don't need writing. I don't need bylines. I don't need prestige. I don't need that perfect job.
I just need those people in my life who are dear to me, and who say I am dear to them, and really mean it. Those who stick around, pray for me, talk with me, text me, call me, skype me, write me. Those people I can always lean on, and then turn around and let them lean on me.
This is one of those times when I could care less about grammar, or how interesting this post is, or how many hits I'm going to get.
Because this post has but one purpose: To thank all of you have been there for me. I can save a Word document. I can read the next chapter later. But I can't take people for granted and put them on the back burner and expect them to be there just when I need them. I can't treat people poorly for selfish reasons and then throw a woe-is-me pity party. I should give to people what they've given to me; and more if I can.
It's time I gave back.
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