Last day of Spring Break. Sitting with the kids who have the stomach flu in Mexico, and a husband who is looking green in the gills with a bucket by his head…wondering about the next 24 hours of our lives. I’m reminded what my author friend once told me. He said, “The only difference between not being published and being published…is being published.” I have wanted this for so long. Never dreamed it would be a memoir that was my first published book. Or that I would be the main character. But here I am—proud of the book and its message and of my husband and me for getting through a rough time and not letting crisis break up what we had spent 20 years creating. Tomorrow I will get on a plane with my family and go to New York to begin what will surely be the biggest ride of my life so far. Friends keep asking me if I am freaking out about speaking in public, on national television, on radio– and especially on such a vulnerable subject. And it occurred to me this morning that the truth is that success, just like suffering, is truly something that doesn’t exist outside people’s perspective. Our own perspective. I can’t wait to share my book with people and to meet my readers after all these years of longing for them. But the truth is, that this is all something that is moving through me. (the Doppelganger of the flu that’s moving through my family!) It’s not static. It will be moment by moment, person by person, book, by book. Just like the rest of life. And the real success lies in the creation of those moments. I hope I meet them with grace. I’m sure I’ll fail. I hope I’ll laugh when I do. I hope to meet you out there and to personally thank you for all the support.