I now call myself the email dumpster. Everyday I get emails from Honolulu Homes wanting to sell me time-share condos or Annoying PR person telling me I’m privileged to get the chance to interview a Beverly Hills, plastic surgery wonder, turned author.
I thank the ‘delete’ button constantly, but once in a while I actually receive an email of substance, for example on September 17th, these precious words lightened my mood and the bunions on my aching, flat feet:
“Hey, I just spent an hour or so reading your blog. I just wanted to says thanks for sharing your experiences, and I will definitely be reading more. It’s been really empowering and helpful to see a woman be nomadic. I would like to get out and experience the world more, so it feels good to know that women especially can do it, and safely, and solo.”
Not sure how I feel about being referred to as ‘hey’, but she clearly likes me. Amiright?
This email seems to culminate with last month. See, I decided to do a numerology reading with an experienced numerologist recommended by a trusted friend. Yeah, you know, mumbo jumbo, the power of numbers, the full meaning of your birthdate and then some.