Do We Ever Grow Up

Do we ever grow up?  Maybe in some ways.  A friend and I were wondering today how we’ve become these women who are so happy to be able to pay bills.  Whew.  And how sad.  So maybe on one hand we do grow up.

But on the other…not so much.

I have decided I do not like reading more than one book at a time.  I don’t like the uneasy feeling that I will never get them done, that I will never get to check them as read in Goodreads.  Honestly, it causes me a great deal of anxiety actually to have a bunch of books going at the same time.  And yet, I do it anyway.

I have piles of books everywhere waiting to be read some more, to the end.  I hate it.  So why do I do it?

Ready for me to admit the ridiculous?

I have a bunch of books going because ladies I really like and admire on Facebook  talk often about how many books they have in process.  They are smart ladies.  Smarter than they know.  And I wanted to be like them.  I wanted to feel smart.

So, I tried it.  And did nothing but suck joy out of reading and cause great anxiety.  I think I have to leave the smart behind and just go back to one book at a time.

That’s what makes sense to my brain.

 

Survive til you Thrive!

One Response to Do We Ever Grow Up

  1. Huge hugs. Do what works for you my friend.

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