I may have a problem

This is less than half of the books. They are mostly double stacked. I have to finish putting together bookshelves. I have an obsession with words.

I love books. I love the paper, the binding, the way the pages feel under my fingertips. I love to see a word I do not know, and to look it up so I figure out a meaningful way to use it.

I had a LOT of books. Then, my next door neighbor died and her brother gave me all of her books. She had the same problem I do. Too many books! What??? You can never have too many books! Shut your mouth. 

I am not sure how many books I own, and I must start cataloging them. I refuse to part with my lovely treasure trove of knowledge.

Why on earth do I love books so much? They are someone’s heart and soul, graciously shared with me. It is an honor to read someone’s passion. You never know what kind of message you will find.

I want to write a book. I have started a story I am very attached to, however I don’t want to ruin it. So, I hesitate. I continue to think of little blurbs I can post on this blog. I chastise myself for my cowardice. Why can’t I just write the story?

Because I love the characters. I want to do them justice. Except the daughter in law. I plan to kill her off. I don’t like her. Why would I write a character I don’t like? To maintain credibility. There are lots of people in the world I don’t like. 

So, what to do with all these books? Oh, see that box there on the side? It is a bookshelf. I still have four of them in the boxes. I should just put them together. I really hate putting together bookshelves. I have only lived here for almost four years, and failed to put them together yet. Sigh. 

So, I guess I should get busy. They are not going to build themselves… although, wouldn’t that be cool? Maybe I can find a witch to put a spell on my apartment, like Beauty and the Beast. Or not.

What books do you love? How do you keep up with your library? What is your ideal home library? Personally, I fantasize about the magical room I could have. Surrounded by books. Endless possibilities. Billions of words. A girl can dream.

Worlds Collide

Photo by Mark Larsen

Finding myself in desperate need of an attitude adjustment was a bit humbling. After all, I had just completed a Tough Mudder. I was a badass. (Okay, I had just walked a Tough Mudder, with a group of guys who had lifted me up to make all the walls totally doable.) I was still a badass.

I have a nasty habit of bad mouthing myself, most of it is internal, but it often the only words I hear. This is the worst thing in the world for trying to get healthy.

I have been making a lot of changes in my life lately. I am trying to be more active, trying to write, and trying to get out more socially. I am amazed at how much internal resistance to change I face.

I struggle with all the changes. Making good decisions about food, sleep, and exercise. Going to the doctor, and taking the advice of the doctor. It is hard. Take boxing for example. I get frustrated when I cannot figure out the combination, or when I run out of breath. I get frustrated when my right calf cramps up. I also get frustrated when we are doing burpees. Although, that could just be because burpees suck.

On a side note: As I sit here writing this, a Nike commercial about women just came on. It was several different women saying the things that run through their heads while they are working out. Despite the voices saying “I can’t do this,” they kept going until it changed to “I did it.” That is the coolest thing that happens for me. I am steady saying “I can’t,” and I keep going until I did. I wonder how one actually changes the inner dialogue to “This sucks ass, but check out what I am doing.”

I have this idea for a story that I am trying to write. I keep starting it, and then I convince myself that I cannot possibly do it justice and I put it away. It’s really too bad that I keep talking myself out of writing it, because I really want to know what happens.

Yes, that’s right. I want to see what happens. I want to see what I can come up with. That is the awesome part of writing, I get to experience the story as I am writing it. It is daydreaming times a million.

My story is about a woman, who has a lot in common with me, however there are quite a few differences too. For one thing, she is a successful writer. She found success. You want to hear a secret? It did not solve anything, which is the crux of the story. I love this character. It is almost as if she is my chance to do what I really want to do with my life.

Wait a second! Before you start getting any crazy ideas, I am not going to quit my job and start writing the great American novel. This is just an exercise and my first attempt at fiction.

It is not surprising that my main character is a lot like me. People write what they know. I suppose you could also write to learn or explore. This one is just my first try. I hope that I am able to grow and get better as I continue this foray into fiction. I have to give myself the chance though.

Change is hard. Growth hurts. Wandering into the unknown takes a certain amount of courage. For a person who wants to avoid uncertainty, it takes an insane amount of bravery and willingness. I never claimed to be adventurous. The problem is that I want to go on adventures.

I want to live a full life. I want to explore all the possibilities. All I have to do is give myself the chance. I think there must be a middle ground where the worlds between fear and self-loathing and courage and adventure collide. I imagine that battle would be epic. This is where I should be. I can’t run away from the challenge, I have to face it head on.

This is where I will find peace. I have to keep walking through the fear until I get through the “I can’t do it,” to the “Look at what I did!” It’s going to be great. Once I get through some of the growing pains.