Can I call you Angie? I’m sorry if that may seem like I’m being too familiar, even with someone as familiar to the world as you, but I do feel like I know you. My boyfriend calls me your stalker;)--I’ve bought more magazines with you on the cover (as well as your book Notes from My Travels) than I can realistically afford. Friends excitedly call me on my cellphone when they see you on TV. My sisters and brother think I’ve regressed and have gone straight back to my Princess Diana-obsessed youth.
You cannot imagine how much you’ve helped me without even knowing it, especially with this rather difficult endeavor I’ve chosen for myself—creating the life that I want. And since I want nothing less than a great, incandescent life, the demands upon me and the challenges I’ve been faced with have been nothing short of, well, great.
Just by being yourself—unflinchingly honest, open, authentic—you have offered me much-needed encouragement, spurring me on when times got really difficult that the urge to just give up, to stop and settle for less became overwhelming.
I just thought it fitting that I start this blog with a nice “thank you” to the person who has most inspired me.
I am sooo glad you’re in the world, Angie. Take care and keep getting more astig, Astigirl! ;)
Love and peace...