Thursday, September 27, 2012
I just started another Anne LaMott book. I just cannot describe how much I love this woman. When I read her books, I feel like being imperfect me is perfectly OK. I feel normal. She's just so real. I know I've talked about her before, but I can't help it. She's my therapy! Her faith and her attitude about life and her humor just make me feel like doing the Nestea Plunge of relief. I'm OK. I'm a mess, but I'm OK.