So Karma worked on her post for five days. And I forgot that today was my FINAL Thursday here on the Ball. I am hanging my head in shame. But honestly, I think that the whole idea of saying goodbye to this debut journey and all the lovelies I’ve met here was just too much. So much that I kicked that pesky little thought right out of my head.
It’s been said here before, but — and man, I hope I don’t get weepy here on the middle of a busy Thursday afternoon — the Deb Ball is a unique institution. It’s a family, really, and each class that joins it joins a sorority of nurturing, guiding, FUN women who’ve lived this journey before them. I started reading the blog long before I was ever eligible to apply, dreaming of the day that maybe I too could be a Deb. When I finally did get to send my application in, I waited with bated breath, expecting defeat. I was thrilled to be able to call this family my own.
What I’ve learned this year is that publishing is tough, bumpy, thrilling ride, and you truly need your friends by your side. These smart, sweet, funny ladies have become confidantes, and I am thrilled that I get to keep them. It may be the end of my time in the tiara, but I’ll be sticking around, cheering on the Class of 2016, leaving comments, Tweeting at them. I hope I’ll still get to interact, too, with the Deb Ball readers, who always have such staggering insights to share.
Adieu, my friends. I’ll see you soon.