TALES FROM THE BOBBI LAMA

The first time for anything important can cause a little anxiety – and for me, I can go overboard easily. Zipping through my brain were panic questions like what message do I write when I sign my book? Do I sign my first and last name if I know the person? How do I set up the table and books? How many books? What if I run out? What if my hand gets so tired that it’s not legible? What if someone publicly challenges my book’s message? What if there’s a long line and people are stuck out in the stormy wind and rain? Then came the what-to-wear decisions..and so forth. I was almost exhausted by the time I got there. And the worry was all such a waste of time…as usual. All I had to do was relax and let it happen as it was meant to happen. (Please remind me next time!)

As for that afternoon, it was thoroughly delightful. My daughter was there by my side all the way making me feel completely supported and comforted, and that’s when the worrying finally stopped. I love her and love that she is so big-hearted and knows me so well that she can jump in when I need it, and see when I’m okay enough to let go. She’s really perceptive that way. She’s also really smart and creative so I felt like no matter what went wrong, she’d help me figure out the solution. In addition, she’s easy to be with because we like to laugh at the same crazy things. Needless to say I love to spend time with her and feel lucky she was given to me, and especially that day.

In addition, my awesome publisher Lucie Dickenson, was there, supporting me and boosting my confidence in a way that I didn’t think I could. In the short period of time we’ve worked together, Lucie has come to feel like a friend. She asked if I felt like a Best Selling Author yet that afternoon, and I couldn’t say yes until I got home and absorbed what had happened that day. Having her there made that difference.

It really was a wonderful experience. So many friends came to support me from all walks of my life. We had great conversation circles, lots of reminiscing about my late husband and his spirit (You Don’t Know Jack!), and definitely a lot of laughs. With each new group of people who gathered, I felt such joy and gratitude that we were keeping Jack’s memory alive so positively. And at this second anniversary of his passing, we were still remembering him mostly for his sense of humor, exactly as I had hoped to do in my book.

A heartfelt thank you to all who came!