You know the feeling when you're running a long distance marathon and it's about five minutes past the moment you stopped to catch your breath thinking- "I can't do this. I can't make it-what the fuck was I thinking?" but then you thought-
"I've come too far to stop now. Fuck it." And you've pushed yourself to keep going-
even though you're tired,
(It's been such a long road)
and the biggest part of you wonders-
"What if those jerks up at the March of Dimes were sadists playing a cruel joke and there is no finish line?"
but you listen to that tiny voice-the one that runs underneath your fear that says-
"Just keep going. You're almost there."
Because what you have learned on this journey is how to ignore the clamour of noise from the part of you that tells you to give up,
and that the world doesn't get to tell you who you are or what you can do anymore,
you have earned the right to tell the world,
so you keep going,
through tears and doubt and it starts raining and the guy who was supposed to be standing by the side of the road with those little paper cups of water isn't even there,
but you don't stop,
because the more you listen to the little voice the louder it becomes,
and suddenly you round a corner and see
the Motherfucking Finish Line.
You know that feeling?
Yeah. It's like that.
The Official preview of my book "Beauty Tips for the Bereaved" is out today. Here is the link-
Beauty Tips for the Bereaved
It's being published by a supergenius editor named Kayte VanScoy at Vivian Valentine Press. For those who don't know what an editor does- they are like the coach behind an Olympic athlete-it doesn't happen without their game plan.
We will be publishing the Kindle version on June 20th and launching a Kickstarter campaign to fund publishing the real, live paper books (!) then driving across the country this summer on a madcap book tour that *may* just start a revolution.
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This book is not a memoir.
It's a Survival Guide.
If you woke up this morning wondering if you can make it through the day
this book will be the little paper cup of water popping up unexpectedly by the side of the road.
If you are thinking to yourself-"My life is so much more fucked than anyone else I know."
this book will show you how to dig through the wreckage and find something priceless.
If you are doing just fine, thank you, but need something to read on that long flight next week-
I will make you laugh
(even if you don't want to)
and make you cry
(sometimes that feels good too)
but I promise to give you something beautiful.
(Not to give anything away but it has a happy ending. It's currently unfolding right now.)
Because here is the thing no one tells you-
when you lose everything,
when you think you have nothing left to offer that anyone will value-
you can give the world your truth.
Here is my love letter to you.
Here is my story.