In a world overflowing with self-help books about absolutely nothing, my dear friend Gabrielle Bernstein’s new book Spirit Junkie is a cool drink of mint iced tea on a blazing September day.  Like a Band-aid on a wound, balm on the soul, and a breath of fresh air (I’ll cut it out already with the clichés now), Spirit Junkie: A Radical Road to Self-Love and Miracles is about something that really matters.

I just reread Elizabeth Gilbert’s memoir Eat, Pray, Love, and I found myself tearing up when I read, “The only thing more unthinkable than leaving was staying; the only thing more impossible than staying was leaving."

You see, I remember that feeling. I’ll never forget that feeling.

I Am Divorced

I have a confession to make. 

For the past couple years, I’ve been creating content to one day make available for sale on Owning Pink. I’ve developed a very complete program about getting out of your own way so you can rock your business and your life. I’ve written an e-book with a complete step-by-step cookbook guide that shows exactly how I manage bioidentical adrenal, thyroid, and sex hormones to help women optimize their vitality. I’ve worked with Tricia Barrett and Laurie Erdman to develop a complete detox cleanse guide so you can take charge of your health and your body. I’ve written every secret I learned in the publishing world and developed the Bring Your Book To Life e-book. And I’ve got several more in the works.

But I have no clue how to sell anything.

When I launched Owning Pink a year and a half ago, my goal was to stay true to my authentic self, even as I revealed more and more of myself publicly. Many times, when writing a post -- and later, writing What’s Up Down There? -- I questioned how much to reveal. Where do you draw the line between being authentic and just TMI? I’ve been known to tweet on Twitter about signing off so I can go get lucky with my hubby. I’ve written openly in my blog and my book about the HPV that led me to have a procedure on my cervix meant to ward off cervical cancer. I’m featured in Redbook magazine this month discussing the sexual dysfunction that contributed to the demise of my first marriage. In my book, I confess to the elective C-section I had, the one I lied to everyone about when it happened four years ago. I write openly about the ambivalent feelings I had as a new mother.

So why am I doing this? Don’t I have any sense of modesty? Don’t I have secrets I’d prefer to keep to myself? Is nothing sacred? Does the world really need to know every little detail of my life? Aren’t there people I should protect? Do I really want to be ALL ME, ALL THE TIME? These are great questions -- ones I wind up asking myself all the time.