BABY, I'M BACK!
For those of you fortunate enough not to know my woes, it's been a pretty rotten three years for my family. We've lost WAY too many loved ones to leukemia, age, stroke, etc. We moved into a development that turned into a nightmare (because really, why should you get what you pay for, things like phone lines are so overrated!)
Anyway, this week I bought a new car, those of you who know me might think, that's not new. But it's the new version of the old minivan -- same Bat Color -- more comfortable seats and ride. My husband has come up with some great ideas for businesses, and we're moving forward. This is our fresh start -- our hike out of the valley.
Just like that, God just gave me this peace about being here. He said stop waiting for life to start and live it. This is it!
I took that to mean, buy a new car, but other people might hear something different.
This week at my Nana's funeral, I really had time to stop and think about life and all she meant to me, and I cried a lot, but then I thought PAR-TEE. Italians know how to have a funeral. How to celebrate life, revere and respect it and yet eat, drink and be merry. My Irish Nana, the best Italian I ever knew, takes her place beside my Papa where all the pain of life will be forgotten. She had a gorgeous casket and was buried in Los Altos Hills -- and I thought my Nana finally got her mansion in a luxury neighborhood. And she won't even get to enjoy them because God has something better for her now.
All this to say I'm embracing my Italian Kristin. My Ecclesiastes Kristin. There is a time for mourning, and it's over. Let the heavens rejoice! I'm 1/8th done with my new book about a Hollywood hairstylist and so grateful for this fabulous job. Thank you all who buy my books so I can have this fabulous job! You Rock!!