Last day (!) to scoop up your gifts
I don't wanna rush you, but you'll be ticked if you miss it.
First - I’ve been so loving your emails and DMs. I’m so excited for those who pre-ordered, I’m Not Ready for This, you should get it this week! After my editor was done reading it, she told me it was 10x better than We’ll Laugh About This (Someday), which sorta hurt my feelings because I thought my first was bomb. But I have to say - she’s right.
I can’t wait for you to read it.
I’m Not Ready for This releases tomorrow, so today is the last day to pre-order and get my audio series, a digital download of my book Good Word, and other gifts you’ll dig.
So while some of you run off to go get it, let me sit down and chat for a sec with those who already ordered and are still reading this, probably while going to the bathroom and having a little “you” time, because that’s where I like to read long winded emails the most and I’m sure you do too.
When you get your book, I want you to pay close attention to the chapter “Catherine O'Hara.” The theme is how I’m not ready for aging. Yes, I talk about the hair I have to pluck off my chin every 2 days, my slow forming jowls, my hotdog forehead and ever loosening under chin. But I also talk about the epiphany I had right before I turned forty when I couldn’t get the thought of running (who am I, and what’s wrong with me?) out of my mind.
My body wanted my attention. It wanted my respect.
For most of my life I’ve treated my body like garbage. It’s shameful.
The poor, glorious thing works its butt off every day just to keep me alive and laughing and loving and crying and watching Schitt’s Creek. It heals my wounds, my immune system fights off viruses. I injured my back years ago and a doctor just told me how jacked up my body's structure is now because of it, but I had no idea because my body works tirelessly to have me centered and forward. Every single day.
And then I have the audacity to look in the mirror and talk crap to my thighs?
So, I now walk. Everyday. Sometime I run, but I'm careful to protect my knees like the old lady I am. I don't get wild, or try to do some death defying Crossfit nonsense (not that there's anything wrong with that). Just giving it love. Respecting it. Giving it exercise and vegetables. It doesn't have to be complicated.
When I walk, I like to laugh or be inspired. So I made the walking companion so we can walk together and hang out. But even if you don't walk and just need me to entertain you while you pull a dandelion infestation from your front yard, it's no skin off my nose.
So, if you wanna walk with me - go here. Today’s the last day to get it, so I hope you hurry so we can hang out and get our crap together, together. <3
Last thing - my agent just texted me and asked if I’m excited about the release tomorrow. Excited isn’t the word - it’s been a long time coming. It’s more of a hopeful anticipation. It’s like giving a gift you know the person is gonna love, so you force them to open it before they even have a chance to sit down.
Granted, you have to buy the book, but you get the point!
Love you friend. Reply and say hi. Leave a comment, or hit with me a DM. Hearing from you is my most favorite thing.