I’ve learned that love is about being vulnerable. There’s a TED lecture by writer/professor Brene Brown about connecting to other humans by being vulnerable, because we all crave human connection but often don’t know how to achieve it because our egos get in the way.
Over my life, what I realized is that my biggest regrets don’t have anything to do with what paper I didn’t write or club I didn’t join (maybe a couple classes I didn’t attend), but, in particular, the things I never said. In particular, when I didn’t express how much I loved or appreciated others. I wasn’t vulnerable.
Now, with my friends and family, I make sure to tell them I love and appreciate them. With my kids, my last words to them every day are “I love you.” I’ve had friends and family die suddenly, and the biggest regret is not saying while they’re alive all the stuff you end up telling them at their funeral. Sucks, in a word. I’ve learned not to do that again. I don’t mind putting myself out there and expressing myself (keeping in mind the internet is forever, and any possible future employer could be cyber stalking me), whereas in the past I would think things, but not say them. Now I say them.
I guess love starts with loving yourself enough that you’re comfortable showing that love to others.
I have this need to write. I process life better when I write. It almost doesn’t feel like a choice. To find out that people actually want to read what I write and they enjoy it, that’s the topping on the sundae!
We must be kindred spirits! Sounds like my own answer to that questions. Who’s your favorite author of classic literature?
Now I know we are! Love Jane Austen. What’s your favorite novel?
To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee.
Do you have a fond memory of interaction with a reader?
I once wrote a story with a Native American hero set on a reservation. I made sure to research that specific tribe and make it realistic, but respectful. I got a letter from a member of that tribe who thanked me for my portrayal of her people. I was on cloud nine! I still cherish that.
That's awesome. Must have been so special to receive that letter! What was the happiest moment in your childhood?
I’m the youngest of five kids and everyone comes home for Christmas. One year, my second eldest brother phoned to say he couldn’t attend. He was the only single person in his office and he volunteered to stay and work so the married coworkers could have Christmas with their families. Well, Christmas day we had a knock on the door and there stood my brother, saying “I was in the neighborhood.” Best Christmas of my childhood: not toys, but family.
Family is very important to me so I can truly understand how wonderful that moment was!
When is a bad date good? Susan Wells finds out when a bachelor auction leads to a date with handsome Doctor Roger Lane, and a night to remember. What could go wrong? Everything. Will love find a way through this comedy of errors? Absolutely.
Sounds like a book I'd love. Where can readers find your book online?
Purchase Link for The Best Bad Date on Muse It Up
Purchase Link for The Best Bad date on Amazon
I understand that your next book, Pop Tarts and Texting from Books to Go Now is out this month. Congrats!
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Addison James spent her childhood with her nose in a book, ignoring the natural beauty of her native Vermont. She went to the right schools, got the right jobs, and spent her early adult years being responsible and stable. Then, her long repressed urge to write emerged and she has been feeding it ever since.
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Addison, thank you so much for guesting here today.
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