I’ve been so lucky since I started blogging.
I made friends, real friends, the friends that I reach out to when things are hard, the friends that are there to laugh with (and sometimes at) but also who I have cried with and talked about those things that we don’t always want to talk about.
But I’ve also made friends that I tweet with and see at conferences and those friends are the backbone of the community for me, and also its soul. (It’s entirely possible that I wasn’t a biology major.)
I remembered this, once again, when I mentioned to some of my friends that I would be reading at Mom 2.0, at 10:20 p.m., and they showed up. They interrupted their Miami resort dinners and drinks and laughing with friends and came to hear me read, to support me, because they knew that I needed to look out into the audience and imagine them in their underwear.
And I am so, so grateful for that. Not just because they were there for me, but because it reminded me, once again, how important it is to show up, because it makes the person that you showed up for feel amazing and important and that she matters.
One year ago ...