For all of the drama and the hullabaloo, I must say, it’s worth it. Love I mean. Feeling the joy and the happiness that comes along with loving someone. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Any story that’s worth being told usually has something to do with love. Love of Country, love between a parent and a child, that all-consuming love between a man and a woman. It really can be an amazing thing.

I played matchmaker today and set up two folks who really hit it off (Like, duh, I knew they would) and to watch them watch each other was truly a privilege. I would see him sneaking glances at her, or her peering over her tea glass at him with a genuine smile. It was heartwarming.

Those of us who have been in relationships for a long time (10 year club – what-what) can forget that. How amazing it was when we found each other. The excitement we felt when we knew we would get to see each other. Myron and I were both coming out of relationships where we lived with the person so were both living at home when we met. We used to get a hotel, just to be able to sleep together. And I don’t mean have booty (though, yeah, we did that too!) I mean, just to be near each other.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Christy Trujillo, the happily incurable romantic.
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There is a town in Florida called Cassadaga. People travel from all over to visit this town. Not for a them park or a water park, nothing typical of the sunshine state. They travel to Cassadaga because it is a Spiritualist Camp where you can have your palm read, ora drawn, and cards dealt. About seven months ago a few friends and I decided to see what all the fuss was about so we packed up in a Honda CRV and headed down there. It was a fun trip, that’s for sure. We even had a theme song.. “Won’t you take me to..spooky town..” Haha, get it? Anyway, we get there and my friend Courtney pays for me to have a reading which I am thinking is a load of crap when I sit down with the lady. I like her right of the bat. She is funny and insightful. I feel like I am having a good conversation with a smart woman and getting good advice on my life. I still don’t believe she has said anything prolific. Then I ask her about my book. If I will ever get published. She immediately says yes. Now I’m thinking she is just trying to make me feel better because there is no way I will ever get published. She says the first one will be a flop. That it will get published but there will be something I write later that will speak to people. That will be my shining moment and then folks will come back to this book. She tells me to read The Shack, which is evidently about a man whose little girl is taken and murdered and then he goes to the shack where they find her body and talks to God. (I have a serious aversion to all that sort of stuff, it makes me sick to my stomach so I haven’t read that yet.) I smile, say thank you, and leave. Happy but not affected.

Well, here we are…and now I’m getting published. Dude. DUDE! Really, I didn’t think I would ever, ever, ever get published in any form. Kinda crazy. I guess I should read that book