I have this need to make connections with other people. Considering my profession, I assumed it was just a desire for attention. Lately, I think it's because I love most people and new people are as exciting as any new thing one encounters. This has serious implications for my personal life--not to mention my professional one.

Every January, I initialize a new cycle that I am doomed to repeat for years to come. After a holiday season of excess (you name the vise), I crawl into my head and seek deeper meanings. This year, I purchased a book to aid me in my psychobabble. It is called Life After Death by Deepak Chopra. It's a beautiful read about eternity filtered through Hindu lore. Chopra's perspective umbrellas all religions so it wasn't as uncomfortably life-changing as I thought it would be. Still, every morning as I read it my coffee, it grabs a hold of me and moves me in all different directions throughout the day.

This is good and bad. I feel torn constantly. This sounds a bit dramatic. It's not like I'm contemplating life and death issues.

This concludes the first installment of my journal that I have decided to post on a public forum. It feels just as private as if I were to keep a leather bound book under my bed. This doesn't cost 39.95 at Barnes and Noble. Of course, if I actually meet anyone from the forum it's a different story. That person would know me for exactly who I am. I don't think anyone does. I should change that.
TresLeches Reviewed by TresLeches on . My Journal I have this need to make connections with other people. Considering my profession, I assumed it was just a desire for attention. Lately, I think it's because I love most people and new people are as exciting as any new thing one encounters. This has serious implications for my personal life--not to mention my professional one. Every January, I initialize a new cycle that I am doomed to repeat for years to come. After a holiday season of excess (you name the vise), I crawl into my head Rating: 5