It’s 2:30 on a Saturday afternoon as I write. I’m still in pajamas and wondering what the hell I’ve accomplished today.

A lot actually.

My book is coming out next month and Dear God, I had no idea what was involved in all of that promotion/marketing/distribution/weaving miracles part.

I thought writing the book would be the hard part.

I had no idea that figuring out how to get books from the printer to people would consume so much of my time.

And I had no idea that at some point in my life, I would have to accept credit cards.

But this post isn’t about me.

It is about you.

It’s about the two women who asked me to dig into my soul and give them a little advice this lovely Saturday. They are both on the verge of their new lives and in the recon stage. The part where your old life is pushing you and your new life is pulling you, and you start to lean toward the new life because it smells like baby powder and stardust. It feels like warm water and bath salts, like a cool breeze and green grass under your feet. It’s like fields of lavender brushing against your legs, and it wants you to become so bad that you can’t help but put your finger near the socket.