A while back, my therapist recommended a book to me. I wrote down the title then forgot about it. I told her (at that time) that I was reading Anne LaMott’s Bird by Bird and that it was having a beautiful effect on me.
Cut to a couple of weeks later, and my therapist told me she’d gotten the LaMott book and had enjoyed it. I was in shock. I mean, my therapist got a book because I said it was good for me?!? A lighter part of me is thinking she may actually respect me. A darker part of me wants to suppress any such thought. I’m rooting for the light side, Vader be damned.
Anyhoo, I was so touched that she’d read the LaMott book that I jiffy-quick ordered the book she’d recommended: The Gifts of Imperfection: Let Go of Who You Think You’re Supposed to Be and Embrace Who You Are by Dr. Brené Brown. I’ve only read the preface, but I’m already glad I placed the order.
The title alone is good advice. I know this to be true because I find myself advising others to honor that very truth all the danged time. And you and I both know that we preach to others what we most need to learn.
I’m so excited to read this book. And I’m so grateful to have a therapist I trust. Someone who gets me. It’s funny. I know absolutely nothing about the woman, outside of our sessions.
I’m okay with that.