Talking about Awesome

So, my life is freaking awesome.  I’m never quite sure how to deal with that, because thinking my life is awesome is rather new to me.

Sometimes I think I come across as too negative on the internet.  But that’s mostly because I think I sound like such a brat if I say, hey, my life is awesome.  

It’s not that I don’t have problems.  I do.  But I also co-own a successful business in an improbable and crazy awesome industry.  (First thing people say when I tell them what Drew’s job is: you can make a living doing that?  Yes, apparently you can.  It’s a surprise to us, too.)  I also get to write books.  (The selling of said books is a nice perk, but my life was awesome before that.  It does, however, mean I don’t have to quit, something I was dangerously close to doing.)  I have a great husband, who works hard and plays hard right along with me.  I also have a collection of awesome friends.  Sometimes I am amazed at how very awesome my friends are.  I love you all. 

We’ve also got big things in the works that, while terrifying, are going to be good.

See?  See how bratty I sound?  I’m so unused to all of this awesome that I don’t know how to talk about it appropriately.  This is all new territory for me.

I think I’m going to go back to complaining now.