I really have to blame my friend Ariana for all of this. You see, I was only a semi-Jen Hatmaker fan until Ariana kept telling me all the funny things she would say and I was feeling left out of something because I never knew what she was talking about. And before I knew it, I was following Jen on Instagram and Facebook and her blog and reading all her books.
Except for 7. I won't read 7. If you saw my closet you would understand. I don't need that kind of conviction in my life.
But, I have read all the things. And I watched all of her episodes on HGTV when they renovated their farmhouse in Buda. Like three times. I may or may not have attempted a drive-by of said house. But, I mean probably not, because that would be totally stalkerish and come now, I'm a grown up.
But I'm a total Jen Hatmaker-ite. Hatmaker-ian? We need to call ourselves a thing, ya'll.
One of the highlights of my 2014 was getting to hear Jen speak in real live person at Oakwood Baptist in New Braunfels. At this conference, I laughed and I cried and I was terribly convicted about loving my neighbor and the whole thing was amazing. And then I totally met her. She signed by my book. And we got a group picture and I accidentally touched her butt. Ariana got to stand right next to her like they were BFF's and I was a little (meant to be read ALOT) jealous about that. But I got a picture with just the two of us later and it kind of made my year.
And safety first too.
But my mind was spiraling out of control instantly because O-M-G, what if Jen Hatmaker found my blog? I was thinking I would either instantly have a book deal or want to hide under a rock for the rest of my life and never blog again because sometimes I can write like a 5th grader and I would be insanely embarrassed for her to read my life stuff here. Either way, I was optimistic about being chosen as part of the team - because hello, have we met?
I am totally awesome and very funny and the life of the party type. And also we share the same name even though I'm a two n-er as Jenn and she's a one n-er. Also, I thought I would be chosen because I thought we were best friends (a detail I included on my application) but it seems to be that everyone who follows Jen thinks they're best friends with her too? I don't understand how this can be, but whatevs. I guess I can share my best friend.
Anyway, as I was thinking about my potential book deal and times that I would soon be spending with Jen over coffee at her digs, the email came.
The sad rejecty one. There was weeping and gnashing of teeth, and I laid prostrate on my living room floor in despair. Well, not really. But ya'll, I was kinda sad.
But her little note was so kind and funny and heartfelt that it was hard to get to upset about it. Plus, I got a little sneak peek at her new book so nanny-nanny-boo-boo to the rest of you.
I will probably throw a For the Love party when her books comes out and launch the heck out of it and show her what's up ayway because best friends just don't turn their backs on each other. As for Ariana, she owes me for putting me through all of this emotional torment to begin with. (You know I love you!!)
Jen - I pulled off the side of the road for you. I've touched your backside. I sort of know where you live (though maybe I shouldn't include that detail). We share the same affinity for huge earrings and laughing loudly. Is this because I won't read 7? I totally still love you though, and wish you and your book the very bestest.
Best friends forevs!