Here’s one of my (quirky) secrets: I sometimes spend hours in a book store, flipping through books without buying anything.
One of those books was Post Secrets at an Indigo bookstore. The book was on a bottom shelf, so I squatted down – at first just to preview it out of curiousity. I laughed at some of the secrets, cried at others. It was connective and captivating. Before I knew it, I had finished the entire book, and my legs had gone numb.
There is something so raw and emotional about allowing a person to unleash their innermost secrets, without fear.