Shit Just Got Real

That's one of the slogans on a vintage hanky my friend got me when I was diagnosed with breast cancer. Another favorite, sprawled in cursive, was "For crying out loud." Sayings like these are so beautiful because they are solid in their truths, yet open for interpretation. They are for good days, bad days, and everything in between.

These hankies are still some of my favorite possessions. For when my nose is dripping from my current meds, for breakdowns during therapy, and for referencing when people reach out and ask, "My friend was just diagnosed. What's something I can give them?" I always suggest hankies, humor, and permission to not respond. For Gawd's sake, please no unsolicited casseroles. Appetite is much too fickle during cancer.

In today's edition of Shit Just Got Real, I made another step in my author journey - the inevitable social media presence. A place for my friends and followers to show support, read ramblings, and ultimately celebrate with me when I finish my memoir. Shit getting real usually means scary, and scary can be fuel.

Working with a book coach and writing partner has really helped my momentum. Also, seeing a dear friend, sister-survivor, and author-illustrator announce that her new book is ready for pre-order is super inspiring. (Shout outs to Tracey Love, Bear Hollow, and Annie Herzig, respectively.)

Last night was a new moon, today is a new day, and setting intentions and goals should be on everyone's list. So that when Shit Gets Real in a good way, you can grab your metaphorical hanky, cry out in joy and relief, and know that you helped get yourself there.