So this weekend, which might just rank up there as one of the worst I've experienced in my not-so-terribly-long life, I've been reading this book a friend recommended, The Language of Letting Go. It was written for people in recovery (which I'm not). Imagine, if you will, learning that your entire personal philosophy of life apparently maps to a twelve-step program. I don't know whether to laugh or feel smug...which I'm sure would be a terrifically healthy emotional response.
I would write more about this, but I'm way too tired. Will have to digest and regurgitate more tomorrow evening...
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what...a cliffhanger? wtf?
why such a bad weekend...do tell.
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