Confessions of a Self-help Enthusiast
Some editor of some publishing house is enjoying a luxury vacation to some exotic holiday destination somewhere in the world thanks to all the self-help books I have in my personal library.
I‘m the proverbial self-help enthusiast, on a constant quest to improve myself and attain perfection. My “psychoanalyzing,” as Brian calls it, drives my dear, patient husband crazy. Thankfully, he’s long-suffering and humors me as each new purchase becomes the topic du jour. I inevitably rope him into discussions about any new self-help revelation I have just discovered.
As I chatter on about …