Thank you for leaving such comforting comments. I don't know why the heck I feel like I'm being self-indulgent for crying--especially since I would never say that towards anyone else--but sometimes I'm just a crazy guarded person who has this insane idea that I need to put on a brave and happy face all the time. I don't know about myself sometimes. Just weird, I guess.
One small unexpected pleasure amidst this week of turmoil has been a book I picked up. I had reserved it at the library months ago, when I was in the mood to read it, and when it finally came around to my turn to check it out I did so only because I was afraid I'd have to wait months more before it would come back around to me. While it got some fabulous reviews, a cursory glance through the Amazon reviews let me know that some people hate this book. Therefore, I started the book with very low expectations. If I hate it, I told myself, I won't read it.
Instead, I'm loving it. Or at least, am feeling entertained by it. Surely many of you have already read Eat, Pray, Love on account of it being a bestseller and all. Perhaps you loved it; perhaps not so much. As for me, however, I'm just enjoying it for what it is and not worrying about what it isn't. I think I needed to read about someone finding her way out of depression, even though Ms. Gilbert and I are quite different individuals. One of the major complaints against the book is how self-indulgent the author is, but so far (and I just finished the first section about her travels through Italy) it doesn't bother me. Sometimes, as I have discovered and learned and realized over the course of the last 24 hours, self-indulgence is okay in small doses. Especially when it involves pedicures, good books, or accepting that it's okay to cry about the messy house sometimes.
Anyways, it's not a perfect book, but that's okay. I'm not a perfect reader.
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