I promise to update you on my BS saga soon, but today I am happy to welcome Carri of Carri Ellen Brown: Snarky Suburban Mom with a Country Heart, (although she may be better known as co-creator of One Martini at a Time) here today.
I haven’t met Carri in real life yet, but I know without a doubt she will be able to drink me under the table and that I’ll have a blast trying to keep up.
Carri isn’t just a good time girl, she also has a big heart and I will always be grateful to her for reaching out to me last fall to share stories of how she believes her son senses his grandfather’s spirit. Thank you, Carri.
I think anyone who blogs for any length of time can completely identify with her letter.
I want to say I’m sorry.
I’m sorry for abandoning you.
I’m sorry for being so hot and cold.
And I’m sorry that I just don’t find myself needing you like I used to.
You’ve always been such a good friend to me but I’m fickle. I’m impatient. I’m indecisive. I want the world and even though you gave me all that you had, it wasn’t good enough for me.
I turned my back on you and you never saw it coming.
It’s not you.
It’s my job. My son. My husband. Pinterest. And all of the other things that demand my constant attention.
You were pushed aside like yesterday’s news and I’m sorry for that.
Remember when we couldn’t wait to see each other? Remember how I’d tell you all of my secrets without fear of you judging me?
I really did tell you everything. You gave me the strength to face what life gave me and share it with others. That’s something I was never able to do before.
You were always so good to me.
You helped me through so much and introduced me to some of the most amazingly brilliant women. Together, we worked through my bouts of depression, anxiety, PPD and mommy issues. You watched me drastically change – from a scared, angry and anxious new mom to a confident, stable and happy one.
I’m forever grateful for our time together.
I hope we see each other again. I hope we can rekindle what we once had because I do cherish those moments.
But right now, I just don’t have it in me.
For the first time in a long time, I’m content and I have nothing to say.
Hang tight, my dear blog. It’s only a matter of time before I’m cantankerous again.