Recently a girlfriend called me out and dressed me down. She just finished chemo and told me, “Hol, I love you and your book. It helped me through all of my treatments.” Sweet, right?
THEN she said, “I am also thankful to you for teaching me how not to heal.” Huh? WTF? Seriously? Seriously.
My eyes widened. My mouth gaped. My mind spun.
And then….after I thought about what she said, I congratulated her and told her that I am not the model for healing. I quickly acknowledged that I have not gotten it right. I went from treatment to writing a book to promoting a book to writing another book to promoting another book. I have gone from sick to busy, like those fancy race cars that go from Zero to 120 mph in 6 seconds flat (except I wasn’t anywhere near as sleek or sexy). My point is that I have been on a never-ending cycle of work, work, work. I am ...