For some reason, any larger than life moment that happened for Life Sucks In A Strapless Bra this past year … happened when I was driving to work. Yep, literally behind the wheel. I may or may not have been checking my email whilst driving, and before you start shaming me, I learned my lesson, alright. Because receiving shockingly fantastic news, like oh I don’t know, your blog being quoted in mother effing TIME MAGAZINE ONLINE is not something one should do behind the wheel. Or that time I was driving, minding my own business, listening to my fav, Elvis Duran and the Morning Show, and hearing my BFF Carla Marie mention Life Sucks In A Strapless Bra on the “What’s Trending” segment. Nationally syndicated. NA-TION-ALLY. SYN-DI-CATED. I about fainted. I still get woozy when I think about it, as a matter of fact.
Life Sucks In A Strapless Bra is my dream, my baby, and something I have fantasized about doing way before I even knew what under wire was and how badly it sucks. But to my family, friends, co-workers, fellow bloggers, and cat who support and inspire me every day and push me to take things to the next level … I sincerely thank you. I literally wouldn’t have the strength, courage, and drive to do any of this without you … and that is a scientific fact.
And then to my dear readers and followers … where the hell would I be without you crazy kids? Every day you are making my dream that I’ve had since I was about 6 or 7 come alive. All I’ve ever wanted to do with my life is write. And knowing people, besides my mom and cat, are reading my words … still gives me goosebumps. Your comments, ‘LIKES’, ‘SHARES’, and :::fill in other social media buzzwords::: make me shine inside and out. You make me want to be a crazy lady and stay up until all hours of the evening concepting, writing, and plotting to make Life Sucks In A Strapless Bra bigger, better, and more bad ass … just for you.
What a CRAZYTOWN year … is all I have to say. I still shake my head in awe when I think about all the fantastic people I’ve met and opportunities that have been handed to me the past year. In the words of my Aunt Pat, I am truly blessed.
Year THREE … let’s do this.
PS. That woman chillin’ on the moon with a bottle of bubbly in the photo above is indeed NOT me. Although I wish it was.