About a year ago, I wrote a post entitled, ‘vampires, werewolves, turkeys, and a little stress relief’ (stupid title I know…remember early days). This post took place in my newbie days of blogging in which I knew that I had something to say, but no idea whether it was valuable or not. Now granted some days what I write has zero value and others it is chock full of useful tips and opinions, now I have more of an established platform.
So, why bring up this ancient post? Well, I think that the post represents a great deal about me, who I am, and who I will never be – EVER.
I am not going to regurgitate the post, you can read it here if you want. I am simply going to make my points and that is it…..that is it.
First of all, I fully admit in the original post to being a TWI-mom with no explanation, no apologies to the rest of the blogger community, and certainly without hesitation. That is correct, I loved the Twilight Series. I read all 4 books in a week. I do not care what that says about me, my literary taste, or my intellectual capabilities (or lack of).
Today, if I wrote the post, I may include an editor’s note about my broad taste in fiction, and the Twilight Series being a small period of time that I indulged in the vampire genre. Basically, protect my reputation as a blogger. In general, when I think about it, it would be plain STUPID to do this. It is not me!
I loved the Twilight Series, and it does not matter the reason, I loved it! The innocence of my original post is so refreshing, and I am so happy that I came back to it. It is a great reminder of who I am as a writer, blogger, and woman. I always embrace what I love, and there is no reason to defend it to anyone.
Second, I urged moms – working or not – to take time for themselves, especially during the holiday season, in the original post. Being a mom is rough work. We fight scary dreams, pack a mean lunch, soothe runny noses, comfort hurt feelings, pump bruised egos, and try to look sexy while doing all this. Insert the holidays and there is so much
shit fucking shit stuff to do that we end up a frazzled mess.
I am glad to know that I still feel moms (and dads) need a break, time to themselves, respite. A few years ago, it was the Twilight Series for me. I counted the minutes until bedtime when I could crawl into bed and float off to Forks, Washington.
That is why tomorrow, I am proud to say that I am going to see BREAKING DAWN!! OH yeh!! I am taking a few hours off of the rat race, grabbing a Venti Starbucks Peppermint Mocha, and joining my book loving friends for BREAKING DAWN. No apologies necessary, I cannot wait!
This morning, in a moment of pre-coffee delusion, I agreed to allow my boys to invite 12 boys over next week, and you wonder why I cannot wait to spend 2 hours watching the vampire and his soul mate (who is really me) get married.
No, I am not planning on wearing a Twilight T-shirt, earrings, or button, but I will be smiling, escaping, running away with my favorite vampire (YES, I am on Team Edward). After all, isn’t that the point? That is it….that is it.
How do you escape? Do you feel the need to apologize when you escape?