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.