Every Wednesday, the San Francisco Public Library sells books by the boxes for 1$ each! Right outside on the front of the steps, I weaved through handfuls of people looking for a deal worth reading. I settled on a Paris book and walked away with a boxful of pink books on my hip. Yay for room decorations! **All for a whopping 13 dollars.
Every Wednesday, there is also a Farmer's Market in the Civic Center which is just around the corner (literally) from the Library. The view of City Hall is very nice, and a little stroll through never hurt anyone right? I left with a bouquet of purple wisterias and peaches in hand. Not really sorry about it though.
On the eve of my birthday, I pondered over my last year and how I have grown. I have learned to pursue my heart's desires, and act on what is best for me. I've grown more confident in standing up for myself, and also learning when to be generous with grace. My communication and intentionality with others has also become more vulnerable which is something I have not mastered yet, but am glad I'm getting better at.
As I watched the clock inch it's way towards midnight, I picked up one of my pink books and began to read on my bed. The title of the book was PostSecret: Extraordinary Confessions from Ordinary Lives. The book is an artistic compilation of postcards mailed in to the author of people's secrets. The author, Frank Warren, was the founder of the 1800-SUICIDE hotline and is a big patron of suicide prevention. The book and organization serve as a way to help people not feel so alone when seeing other peoples' secrets and stories. As can be expected, some are very sad, but some are also very funny.
Here were some that I liked:
If I was an enigmatic person I would end this with:
Tell me one of your secrets . . .
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