It’s 10:00 the night before this post is due. I hate procrastinating this long. I know some people say they work better when they’re on a deadline. That’s not true for me. I hate working against the wall. I like to get stuff done early so that I can a) relax or b) get it to “turn in ready” and then have extra time to tweak it so it’s even better.
Yeah, I know. I’m a perfectionist. Whatever.
Anyway, the past few weeks have been a huge blur. And because of this, I am now sitting here, last minute, about to write the post that I decided to write three weeks ago. This is dedicated to my husband, on Thanksgiving.
An Open Letter
Because of you I have three beautiful daughters. This family is it for me. If I never had anything else ever again, this would be all I need.
But you never let me settle for anything less than whatever I want. You are my ultimate supporter. You have faith in me when I don’t have faith in myself. And you call me out when it’s needed.
Lately, you have taken on way more than your fair share so that I can work on my own goals. Thank you for giving me this opportunity. I know I don’t need your permission, but your support is what motivates me to keep going.
I know it’s cliché, but you are my rock. So thank you. For everything.