here we are, one year later

For 73 days I sat on a secret.

Which isn’t that long, really, since I waited an entire year before saying anything about my tattoo.

365 days ago I shared the news I had written and rewritten in my head a minimum of fifteen times: So, I wrote a book. (#what)

Not “oh hey, I think I might write a book!” or even “I’m in the middle of writing a book.”

Nope, wrote. Past tense. Over. Done. Complete.

And you showed up strong. You tweeted and messaged and left celebration emoji comments on Instagra...