Today I am in Atlanta. Nothing much new to report except that it rained here today, which seemed to be cause for great celebration among the locals. My allergies certainly rejoiced, as I have been coughing since yesterday in a harsh and phlegm-ish manner unbefitting a refined woman such as myself.
I finished reading "Eat, Pray, Love" over the weekend and can say without a doubt that I haven't read a book in a while that had such an impact on me. It's the memoir of a woman who decides to heal from a broken marriage and a broken post-marriage relationship by traveling to Italy, India, and Indonesia (Bali really, but that's not as aliterate). I'll have to post some of the more meaningful quotes here, but overall the book made a lot of sense to me and has me thinking that I need to take a similar journey. I think I've lived the last 2 years of my life like the 5 years before it didn't even happen. There are moments when I admire my stoicism, but there comes a point where stoicism meets stubborness that it detaches you from reality a bit. In other words, you become so used to the concept of "I can take it" that you can't or don't acknowledge emotions - either yours or others. I guess most people call that being numb.
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