being a rock star while floating on cloud 29 which is filled with silver linings

Today was the award ceremony for the creative writers.

My mom was my date. Gotta love the mom.

We had a lovely lunch of: sirloin in a merlot and mushroom sauce, asparagus, roasted potatos, salad, bread, and chocolate mousse pie.
Mmmm, good.

Then it was time for the awards.

Okay, here's how big a dork I am. (Also proving how much I didn't care and I was just so ecstatic that I won. That I won anything...anything at all)

I am the first runner-up. I thought that meant: winner, first, second, third, me.

Um, no.

It was: winner, me....I came in second..!!!second...!!!second...!!!second...!!!second...!!!
That's like a silver medal.
That's the Empire State building 3 months after it was completed.
That's like Burger King fries.
Or being behind the guy who reaches the peak of Mt. Everest.

The first thing I ever entered.

The first thing I ever won.

I just started writing again last summer.
Not even a year ago.
I entered the submissions in November.

Not even a year ago.

I won second!

I am the first runner-up, which is like the most bestest, but not the most greatest.

I am a writer.

I am a writer.

I am going to be published.

I am going to be published in a real magazine.

I am a writer who is going to be published in a real magazine.

I am a rock star floating on cloud 29 which is filled with silver linings.

I am an award winning writer.

(tears)

(big sloppy wet tears)

(I'm a rock star)

(I'm an almost 32 year old woman living her dream and making those dreams come true.)

(I'm a total rock star)

(Tears. Now it's time for the tears.)