It’s about that time I write a little ditty about how grateful I am for you freaks and how this blog has taken on some kooky, bizarre life of its own thanks to you. Yes, you. Because you like me! Or find me repugnant! Or are bored to tears at work! Or Instagram is down! Either way, big ups to you because a lot of wonderful shit has been happening (or should I thank that mysterious red moon?) to me.
Like, the other day, I was in Trader Joe’s (which, bible, equally excites me as much as the Saks shoe department) and a sweet woman tapped me on the shoulder with a, “Are you the Wordy Girl!?” I was nonplussed. And the fact she hailed from New York was further stupefying. She expressed to me how she’s a mom, too, and how my words, somehow, make her chuckle. I cherished making that connection.
Often times, my husband will be at work events and introduce himself to a fellow broker or real estate agent and they’ll hit him back with a, “Tettamanti! Are you related to Maria? I read her blog!” This always renders him speechless because, you know, he’s at a REAL ESTATE event and who has time to read this blog when there’s oceanfront units to sell?! GOSH. (Say that last line like Napoleon Dynamite would for added zing).
Some of you readers send me really lovely emails expressing how my baby weight loss journey has inspired them, too, or how they enjoy my raw and real posts where I have my monthly meltdowns, or how they need something as simple as a travel tip or great hair colorist. One guy told me pointblank that he wanted to sit on my face, but hey, I’ll take it! But, no, you can’t sit on my face because that’s totally inappropriate — not to mention unhygienic.
I guess where I’m getting at is this: I started this platform as small way to share things I genuinely love with what started out as a skimpy audience of 4 (my mom, my mother-in-law and my two older sisters, obvi). And now this audience reaches obscure areas in Russia and Asia. Crazy!
So thank you all for reading. From the bottom of my heart. Mad gratitude.