THE SCENE: Crowd of long-time friends, all GFs, all wearing great shoes, all have been starving themselves for the day so each may eat whatever the hell she wishes.
The real power of a person is in the size of the smile of the person sitting next to them.
Lovely sentiment, Bren. However, it might be most appealing to someone who is a people -pleaser; which I have been my entire life. Now I’m aware when someone sitting beside me makes ME smile.
Uh, oh. I think we aren’t supposed to need someone to make us smile. Co-dependency support groups are at the next table.
Wait a minute. My shelf of self-help bookshelf is depleted. I keep handing my books out to my newly divorced women friends. I thought we are supposed to figure these things out by now? WTF.
Hon, as soon as we figure this out someone will publish another book assigning blame to our mothers or The Pill.
Maybe some man writing another self-help book for women will tell us to go dance in the firelight, naked, and all will be revealed.
Agree. Avoid Paulo Coelho. She puts her hand to her forehead and makes the letter L.