The other day when texting with my friend, she made a comment about my life which I totally resonated with, “Your life seems, uh… overly full at times.” To which I enthusiastically answered, “Totally! It is ridiculous.”
Doesn’t every woman live like me?
Isn’t dyeing your hair at 4:37 am while putting a load of towels in the washing machine isn’t normal behaviour? And do you want to know why I choose towels at 4:37 am? It is the only laundry that can stand sitting in the dryer for 14 hours after drying and not require ironing.
- You had no idea what a strategic woman I am!
Besides my life being overly full, my nightstand is overly full of books I am pretending to read. This is nothing new if you know me at all, but I have an extra level of angst with my nightstand these days. The amazing books I requested keep coming in from the library.
I like to think of myself as a woman who can pivot on the spot to accommodate the latest needs and requirements of life. One of my mottos is, “I love a good emergency!” In actuality, this is leadership coach code language for being a procrastinator.
On Wednesday, I hadn’t even started my weekly reading and I had more than too many books to choose from. So I did what any good, social media loving woman would do – crowd sourced for opinions.
I chose to read ‘Red Thread Thinking‘ by Debra Kaye. It seemed interesting. It turns out it is not, at least this week for me.
After finally arriving at page 6 following copious amounts of pages numbered in roman numerals, I bailed. Like a small child on a long road trip, I kept asking the most annoying question on the planet.
Are we there yet?
Suddenly, I realized I am an adult and could make my own choices and where I was going. I get to decide which book was going to smash into my head after 93 seconds of reading at the end of the night.
I am now reading A.J Jacobs’s memoir of reading through the Encyclopaedia Britannica, or ‘EB’, as he fondly refers to it. It is sarcastic, witty, funny, and stirring up my desire to do something big, hard, weird, and ridiculous once again.
I am at the letter ‘O’.
This is not a book you can sit down and read straight through. It is meant to be read a chapter or two at a time and enjoyed. I find myself expectedly laughing out loud in public while reading it – a welcome infusion of hilarity in a rather arduous season and week in my life.
I appreciate the small bouts of unexpected laughter, camaraderie with Jacobs over his love of Boggle, struggles with feeling insignificant and meaningless while being who he is, and nuggets of wisdom from his quirky Coles Notes-esque version of the ‘EB’.
The average human life space in the 170s was thirty years. Thirty years! I am thirty-five. I don’t need the algebra section to figure out that if I had been a cobbler back in the 18th century, I’d have spent the last fives years relaxing in a coffin. Thirty years is nothing – crayfish can live thirty years. This is good information. Useful information. Optimism-inspiring information. (Page 184)
I will read on and one of these weeks will be a catch up week – perhaps when I am traveling this summer.
Bookloree will strike back.
A woman needs to stay on top of her goals – even when it means admitting failure.
At least due to my need to be different, I have zero, and I mean zero, desire to read through the Encyclopaedia Britannica any time soon.
Why do what someone else has already done?
Do you have a long, drawn out goal that you’re pursuing? Does it involve taking huge books with tissue paper thin pages with you wherever you go?