A very dear friend of mine, who incidentally celebrated a birthday yesterday, always thought as a kid that when people used the exclamation “Jesus H. Christ!” that they were actually saying “Jesus Aged Christ!” Like Jesus was such a little scamp with all his crazy shenanigans (hanging out with hookers, making everyone’s water alcoholic) that he caused the poor, patient Christ to age prematurely. I’m not a Christian, but I think it’s hilarious and charming and I love her brains out, and this is now my favorite exclamation. All that to say:
Jesus Aged Christ! Never in my life did I think my cry for support would generate such an incredible wave of encouragement and amazing stories of similar struggles—some overcome, some not. I know I have 2 days left to be officially down and grumptastic, but I’m getting an early start on the gratitude part of this experiment. Here it goes:
I am amazingly grateful to all of you (many of whom I’ve never met) that commented, subscribed, wrote, counseled, advised, emailed, commiserated, g-chatted, messaged, called, twitted, facebooked, linked, followed, friended, and/or texted. It is profound, and it means the world to me. As I prepare for the first step on this month-long journey, I feel remarkably un-alone. I’m also really excited that some of you are joining me on this and hope that you guys will comment on how your experience is going.
But I’m not gonna lie. All the support, all the wonderful encouragement scares me out of my gloom-filled gourd. Now it means I can’t chicken out. I’m totally fine with failure when it’s unnoticed, but public failure is like all-caps failure.
So thank you all, but damn you, you’re going to make me do it, aren’t you? Fine then. But you guys who are doing it with me, you can’t back out either. I have your names and I know where to find you…
Meanwhile, for the next two days, before I have to make an effort at life and continue to publicly display my struggles, I plan to squeeze every ounce of slothfulness I can out of the dark side. That’s probably the wrong way to go about it, but I figure the best way to say goodbye to something is to hug it senseless for a while. So I’ll be senselessly hugging until I see you all on Sunday for Day 1.