It took me nearly a year, but I finally finished reading “Committed,” the second memoir by “Eat Pray Love” author Elizabeth Gilbert. We can blame my start and stop reading of this book on my shortened attention span and Blackberry addiction. It’s pretty difficult to dive into a book when your Blackberry is an extension of your palm. Once I gave this book my full attention (okay, let’s be real 80% of my attention) I got through it pretty quickly. This post, however, is more of my reaction to the book than an actual review.
Hustling Backwards
So in case you haven’t noticed, I’ve been questioning relationships a lot lately.
I think this is a natural reaction to a break-up. You begin to look at unions and what makes them work. Forgive me if my tone has been cynical as of late. Blame it on this broken heart of mine.
Yes, I can admit that my heart is broken. But at 26 years old, I’ve experienced too much to think that the world stops because I’ve ended a relationship. I live, I write and get through it all one day (or blog post) at a time.
Always the Wifey, Never the Wife
Last night, I decided to pick up an oldie but goodie from my personal library for a re-read. “Lil Mama’s Rules” a fiction book by Sheneska Jackson about a confirmed bachelorette and her strict dating practices, was first read by a sassy fourteen year old SBG. As I read, I came across a passage that I’d highlighted.
