Quick little intro to Dude...It's fine.

Here’s the thing. I write to process. Sometimes I think about my sweet conservative mother and all of her faithful work-friend-readers…sometimes I don’t. Sometimes something just strikes and if I don’t write about it then and there, crude or not, I want to implode. Does that make sense to anyone?

So, “Dude…it’s fine” started as a love child of sorts. I started it with the intention of it someday becoming a book. It was a way to express things I was feeling in the moment as they related to ME. I mean, I start every chapter with a poem - satirical or sad (but poem nonetheless) who else does that? I venture to say NO ONE. But please remember in all of your reading that many of these stories happened a couple of years ago and I in no way, shape, or form, pretend to be the judge and the jury, nor do I intend to hurt or offend anyone. These are simply experiences that happened to me, that sometimes I laughed about; sometimes I cried about, and for the most part, would rather not relive.

Who would write them at all if they are painful/triggering/sad? Because more and more I am experiencing girls/woman going through similar things and as much as I’d like to shake them, this is the least violent way I can think of to get a message across. Ya feel? Also, if I can find humor in some of these rather messed up situations, I’m gonna find the humor. It’s a coping mechanism; healthy or not.

So, for the next little bit, I will be sharing true stories from my life over the course of my divorce and subsequent learning experiences. They aren’t necessarily in order and they may not be about who you think they’re about if you’re lucky enough to have front row tickets to my past life/drama. If you don’t like me or have had a negative experience with me over the last 6 years or so, I highly recommend avoiding this here little blog altogether. I don’t hold back and this is absolutely my reality; despite what others try to tell me. But if you’ve been there, if you need a voice, if you’re too scared to voice the truth that is eating at your soul, come along! You might even find something useful.

With that being said, Chapter One is the next post. Are they funny? Sometimes. Are they crude? Sometimes more often than funny. Are they real and authentic and comparable to standing in front of the class on the first day of school with no clothes on?? Absolutely. If you relate, if this helps you at all, if you just need to vent; I AM YOUR GIRL! Reply on comments if it’s not too personal or drop me a line at amymcallster@mac.com.

And please, please, PLEASE, feel free to offer your honest feedback. I can always write and keep it to myself. The problem is the nag I start to get when I don’t share it. But if absolutely none of you care or ever want to hear another word…that’s important and valuable feedback as well. On the other hand, if you laugh out loud, cry a little, relate at all, PLEASE share this blog with friends and family that might enjoy it too. Either way, dude…it’s fine.

Truly…Dude…it’s fine.

XOXO

Ames