Thank You!

If I could pick the way I’d want my life to be right now, I’d be sitting in a room with a gorgeous view of the beach and a laptop propped in front of me. My fingernails would be painted a soft pink and I’d be plucking at my string of pearls à la Audrey Hepburn. Juan would be downstairs watching whatever sports game was on and our dog Winnie would be curled up on his lap. Of course, my closet would be full of fabulous clothes and I’d have an interview with Oprah to prepare for.

Instead I’m writing on this cot of a bed, in the middle of the desert. The view Is nonexistent (as I write at night after work) and the air smells putrid. My fingernails are plain and cut close, per Army regulation. There are no pearls around my neck, only the cold metal of dog tags. My husband is probably watching the game somewhere with Winnie on his lap (lucky him). Although there is no Oprah interview (yet), my closet is still fabulous so there’s that.

Anyway, enough pity. I just wanted to talk to you guys for a minute tonight before I type out some more of my manuscript. I want to take the time to thank you. Who ever you are, where ever you are, I thank you. I shake your hand, I take your support and I use it to focus on the writing when I’m bone tired. You are amazing. And no matter what you’re going through, know we’re all going through it too. God bless you and God bless America!

P.S. Again, if you’d like to send care packages to a few soldiers, email me at cynthia.a.rodriguez6@gmail.com and we’d really appreciate it. I’ll give you guys a little something for tonight, because you’re so damn amazing!

There was nothing like walking along the water while summer was shifting to fall. I pulled my loose sweater closer to my frame and admired the way the water lapped the shore. Looking out into the distance, my hair was billowing against my face. The cold sand didn’t bother my naked feet and the fact that the sky was darkening did nothing to deter me.

I kicked my bare legs out toward the water, boldly dipping my toes into the cold ocean. The cut off shorts I was wearing made me yearn for the warmer weather.

All my love,

Cynth

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