After a few weeks, a whole lot of tears, and driving through tiny villages praying for a German equivalent of Best Buy, I found a computer–(so it’s all in German and the keyboard is a real booger… it’ll do.)–And boy oh boy does it feel good to feel my fingers tap the keys furiously, letting my stories pour themselves out into every ounce of allotted space. So much has happened, but there is still so much to share.
I’m writing a book. Does that sound as pretentiously rude to you as it does to me? Ugh. I hate that. But it’s true. And I’m doing it because, well, why not?
Earlier this week, my dear friend Lauren said that I was born a storyteller. And honestly, I’m starting to think it’s true. Because after my sauna drama–oh, it’s as good as it sounds. Trust me.–and making a tram of Germans laugh at something I said, (You guys, that’s a feat. They’re a tough audience.) I’ve gotta start passing these tales on. God has to be throwing them my direction for someone’s entertainment.
Sometimes my life is like a Lifetime Channel television series. Not NBC or CBS, or even Disney. No, it’s like a Lifetime Channel series.Yeah, exactly.
But we all love Lifetime, right? …
Oh, it feels so good to be back.
I’ve missed this.
I’ve missed you.
Let’s do this.