I have to share something with you today because it made me so freaking happy. I was given a nickname yesterday by my favourite Cheeky Girl & Poptart extraordinaire, Amanda Modler. We’ve been friends for almost a year now and she has been through the thickest of the thick and the thinnest of the thin. She’s a true champion and one of my most stalwart supporters, but more than that ~ like, way more ~ she’s a soul friend.
Yesterday, early in the day, she told me my new nickname was “Pickle” and promised to tell me why later.
Last night, I got this e-mail:
How you became a Pickle by Me
So last night I got brave and sent out a few invites to my “arty” FB page. I was all proud of myself but then I completely flipped my shit when I saw people start liking the page. I knew it was completely totally irrational fear, but i went over the deep end. I wanted to take all the invites back and ask people to pretend they never saw anything. The inner critic gremlins ran in full force guns blaring and I freaked to the point that I had to walk away from my computer.
(It was only after when I was trying to sleep that I worked out how it triggered all sorts of shit for me! lol)
So today at work I was still working stuff out in my head and I started thinking of how all sorts of ladies have done this before me and picturing role models and who i look up to and blah blah blah…
No surprise your name came up in my thoughts…
…and i thought about how you show your bumps, you don’t hide them. you are sweet but you aren’t all sweet and puppy dogs you also have some sour in you (good thing lol) and how some people totally love you and how some don’t (once again i don’t mean that in a bad way lol) and i was like holy effin’ jeez! (edited for tender ears) ~ Effy is a pickle!
(i know, scarey how my mind works)
that’s it, you are now my Pickle.
Story time is over now!
Is that not the most lovable story EVER?