So for years I have read and LOVED the work of Denise Hildreth. And in November, when we were sitting in the same room and she introduced herself to the class, I wanted to stand up and scream, “I LOVE THE WAY YOU WRITE!!” but that would have been embarrassing. [And complimentary, I guess, to some degree. But embarrassing.]
So during our lunch break, I went over to her and blabbered something or another and at the end of the conversation, I was friends with one of my very favorite authors.
And then she asked me to do something that I do. not. do.
Denise Hildreth, author I love and respect, asked me to talk about being single.
I don’t know if you know, but there are 2 things I don’t blog about. EVER. Especially not in a serious fashion. And being single at 28 is one of them.
But because Denise Hildreth asked me to do it, I did.
So you may not like clicking over, or you genuinely may not care [which is totally fine], but if you want to hear my thoughts about the fact that I am still single but praying and hoping to be married at some point, this is possibly your only chance.
Unless Denise Hildreth asks me to do it again. Because apparently, she is the boss of me.