I am taking pics of the strikeoffs right now, this is the first:
My name. On. The. Edge. Of. Fabric.
I am such a geek that I couldn't wait to show you!
And I am such a geek that I keep getting all weepy with relief, disbelief, joy.
I kept saying that I wouldn't believe it until I had the actual fabric in my hands...
Well, I was wrong because I still don't believe it!
I feel like I should be acting nonchalant and like this was all inevitable.
But the truth is that I am still surprised that I made it out of my teens alive, and I am still surprised that ...oh, I don't even know. Just surprised by all of it. Surprised that I am ok, I guess. This is all feels like such a dream, a fantasy.
For most of my life, I didn't believe that I could be happy or healthy or successful. I have been working so hard for so long, just to keep my head above water, emotionally speaking. I'd like to say that I never gave up, but I gave up all the time. I guess I just eventually pick myself up off the floor, whether it takes weeks (if I'm lucky) or months (most of the time) or years (sometimes).
Thank you so much for your support and enthusiasm.
It is medicine for my heart.
More pictures to come.
xo and love, for real.