If I had a dollar for every single time she said it, I wouldn’t have to beg you all to upgrade your subscriptions here.
“I’m not a writer!” she’d complain, “That’s YOUR world.”
Oh honey. When you’re right, you’re right, but when you’re wrong, oh baby are you ever wrong.
My wife, the Lady G, the baker, the mother, the author, the adventurer, the photographer, the magic maker, the Sarah Linden Gregson you all know and love, has started something new, and to be honest, I couldn’t be more excited for her.
It’s called Eat The Damn Ice Cream and it’s inspired by, well a lot of things I’d wager. She’s running headfirst into a season of change, of adjusting to this little nest of ours being empty for the first time ever, of hormones shifting and the delicate dance of aging. She’s settling into loving the person she is, the person she’s becoming, and along the way she’s got a big ol’ list of things she wants to remind herself of.
That’s what it is, in the end, it’s a woman who just turned 44 and has no clue where she’s going, but is doing her best to enjoy the journey there. It’s all the questions she’s asking, the lessons she’s learning, the wisdom she’s finding after the mistakes she’s making.
It’s the patience she’s finally giving herself, and it’s so beautiful to watch her, for the first time, embrace the fact that there’s a reason everyone has always come to her as a steadying calm. That there’s a reason it’s our couch they all end up on.
I cannot wait to see what she does with this, I cannot wait to see the community of like-minded people that she attracts with her gorgeous and open honesty.
Her first piece is up, There’s Always Time For Ice Cream, and it’s a beautiful read and preview of all that’s to come.
Her opening lines say it all, and if they don’t suck you in, you’re looney tunes.
“4 days ago I turned 44 years old. For the past three years though I’ve thought more about aging than I care to admit. About the things I have spent my life trying to fix, things I’ve tried to change, to shrink, to smooth. About the insane expectations I place on myself without ever realizing I am doing so until I end up exhausted and overwhelmed and wondering what in the hell I am so worked up about.
I’ve decided I don’t want to spend quite so much time doing these things anymore, life is filled with too many beautiful, wonderful, and breath stealing moments to have these get in my way. I don’t want to apologize or explain the silver in my hair, the lines on my face or the baggier my style has gotten. I don’t want to apologize for the times I’ve changed my mind, or about the person I am still figuring out how to become.”
If this was a T.A.T.A.S. piece, my autistic thoughts would be simple:
Genius. Vital. Gorgeous. Inspiring.
So go, now, and follow her. Go, now, and subscribe. I promise promise, you’ll never regret it.
I love you all.
Be good.
