I’ve always been plagued by the the grave misfortune of having too many interests. Now, in my mind, this is not a bad problem to have. It means I’m almost never bored. It means I am constantly excited about life and the possibilities therein. But it also means that I just don’t have enough time to do everything that enters my mind. There are so many directions to go at any given moment and, à la The Bell Jar, I struggle with my indecision. In fact, that reference is something I learned about indirectly, because The Bell Jar is still sitting at the top of my to-be-read (TBR) pile. I can’t even be sure, as of this writing, if I’m using it correctly! This is the kind of thing I’m talking about.
What’s kept me from reading it, you ask? Well, how much time do you have? Let’s see. There’s about 800 other books rolling around in my brain that I want to read or reread, a steady queue of movies and shows I’ve been putting on the back burner for ages, that very unique sounding cocktail I want to make that is so unique that I haven’t yet gone out to buy its unique ingredients yet, the adorable craft project I saw on Pinterest two years ago and haven’t pulled the trigger on (x100), all these spectacular loved ones I can’t seem to spend enough time with, the “new” restaurant I still haven’t tried since its opening in 2013, the exercise program I keep starting, the eight trips I’ve been planning in my head, and gosh, I just don’t volunteer enough, and so on, and so forth, and I think you can see where this is going… I’m sure this is sounding familiar to some of you. Please? Right? Validate my craziness?
Before this devolves any further into me attempting to list everything I’m interested in doing at the current moment, allow me to come to the point. I can’t do it all. I just can’t. There are things in this life that I just will not ever get around to doing. And that’s okay! Sometimes you just have to let go of them and do as many things as you CAN get around to. So, reading every book ever written is just not going to happen for me. Trying my hand at every career is similarly out of reach. And blogging about every last thing that interests me provides me with so much to say that it’s paralyzing (and probably chaotic for readers).
So, folks, we’re bringing it back to basics. Getting in touch with my literary roots. And I couldn’t be happier or more excited about this development. Sometimes accepting your limitations is the path to clarity and productivity. I can’t speak to the rest of my varied passions, but at least in this one arena I have gained some focus. It is truly wonderful to possess a fount of endless inspiration, but learning to wield this power is a delicate art. It’s like feeling all the things so powerfully and at once that you don’t really feel anything at all. Just one big feel. The nuance is lost. You have to be able to pick out and draw your attention to the one that’s relevant.
What does this mean for the handful of you still reading? Simply, you can expect to see content henceforth that is focused primarily around books, literature, reading and such. If books are not your thing, I’m deeply sorry to hear that. For your sake, I hope you’ll take a moment to reconsider. If you’re sure, I hear this internet place has a few other choices that might catch your fancy.
For those that ARE into this kinda thing, stick around! Join me as we foray into the vast sea of literature that spreads, endless, before us. Bathe in its cleansing waters and drink from its nourishing depths. I will do my best to entertain, enlighten and inspire, even if it’s just spouting lame metaphors similar to the preceding one. Quick! Let us away to this virtual literary commune with all haste. There’s too much to discuss and we haven’t a moment to lose. To the Batmobile! Or the lighthouse! Or wherever you prefer!
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