Honeymoon

It's the honeymoon phase. I am intoxicated with going through my collection of favorite web sites, blogs, music lyrics and crinkly fortunes left over from Chinese take outs and dine ins, all so that I can share with the "world" which right now consists of three, very dear followers. You do mean the world to me. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

I was just telling my friend, Lisa (an honest-to-goodness REAL author) that I am really surprised by how thrilled I get when I see another follower added to the blog. I distinctly remember when I first heard what a "web log" was. I had an actual spasm of fear. No way would I EVER publish a journal for the public to read. My thoughts are PRIVATE!

I've been keeping a journal throughout my life since I was 12 years old and the thought of baring myself to the world seemed extremely, well, naked. Maybe that's it. Maybe I actually felt it was time to break down the barriers and add a little vulnerability into the mix.

For whatever reason, creating and publishing Femme Nouveau seemed like the right thing to do at the right time. I am tickled pink by it. I know, I know. Honeymoon. Right. I get it, but that doesn't diminish in any way the jolts of joy that I feel coarsing through while I write this or while I allow myself to think about other topics I'd like to touch upon.

So I'm going to just be still and enjoy the moment, grateful for the honeymoon and enjoy the ride for as long as it runs . . . and speaking of running, I will be doing another turn on the treadmill before drifting off to dreamland. Sweet dreams to all of you and let's all remember the words of Sheryl Crow's "Soak Up the Sun." It's not having what you want. It's wanting what you've got and tonight I'm grateful 'cause I got honeymoon.