Public speaking.

As a former teacher, and a person who loves the spot light, wink wink, aka hell no; I am awful at public speaking; especially if it includes an emotional matter.

So yeah, the irony, insert a sigh.

Yesterday, I cried my way through my speech at my Aunts memorial ceremony.

Quite frankly I can't believe I said anything; and publicly?

Yikes!

Again, I don't do public speaking.

Nonetheless...

I was aptly named after my mother's two sisters.

Cynthia and Elizabeth.

Or more well known as, Cindy and Bette.

Classy and sassy and bad assy if you will.

I couldn't be more proud to share their monikers.

Or reputations.

So that is why I will always show up for them and for "us" as I know they have done for me.

Back to NY I go, but I know the Midwest will also be with me, always; and same here, East coast repping and showing up.

I knowa guy.

I have your back as I know you have mine.

This past year has felt lonely.

And the irony of seeing family in the midst of so much sorrow, heartwarming, whilst also heartbreaking.

Everything happens for a reason.

Still waiting to find that reason.

In the meantime...

Midwest plus East Coast?

Best match, forever and always.

Like I said, I knowa Gal, see what I did there?

Yes yours truly.

Xoxo,

Cynthia Elizabeth.