Even though I don’t have the same issues the author does, I can definitely relate. Self-help books never did anything for me. I have to remember to seek God…I might get so wrapped up in my own BS that I forget to pray or ask, but ultimately I know that everything good comes from Him…the meds I take, the talent of the doctors I visit, the counsel of my friends…I might not recognize it or acknowledge it-frankly I’ve been more inclined to hit the doctors up because I know I have a medical problem, not a spiritual one-, but all good things come from Him in the end.
One of my favorite things to do in NYC is justwander around.
Especially now that it’s warm out, I like to just put on my sun hat and get lost for a few hours on a Saturday.
There’s nevera lack of things to do or explore.
Like just the other day, I happened upon a person playing the didgeridoo.
On the street corner. Busking.
Like, you were able to smugglethat thing all the way from Australia, and yet here you are busking for money? How’d ya swing that?
But on those exploration afternoons,somehow, I always seem to end up at my favorite frozen yogurt shop. Which just so happens to be next to a big bookstore.
It hurts my heart to think that actualbookstores are becoming extinct.
Seriously. Enough of thisE-Reader crap. Let’s get back to real, hard bound, turn-the-page books!
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