If I was still reading this book in tidbits of time, only picking it up here or there, I believe I would have missed out on a lot of valuable material. Before I slowed myself down, I would have gotten the gist of the book and probably would've liked it...but the richness of taking it all in was far better.
I still have a lot of books to finish. This many:
Most of them I intend to read from the beginning so I don't miss anything useful.
This basket of books is symbolic to me. It is a heap of unfinished, in-progress, well-intended ideas that didn't get the time or the effort they deserve. When I leave open books all over my house and in my car....and only read a little at a time whenever/wherever I happen to be....I'm impeding progress, delaying gratification (of having finished a good read), being too busy, denying myself the real privilege of reading.
I do this to myself in so many other ways: take on way, too much...kick off lots of ideas that I don't have the time or patience for...and then suffer the consequences of having various items, people, events, projects waiting for my attention. And when do I ever get to me? I don't. Not with heaps of things like this all over my life.
So, I'm doing this "read one book at a time thing" to get through the book pile and get what I really can out of it. I'm doing a "take on one project at a time" thing, too...helping out Mason's Toy Box through December 19th. I've bolstered support for my own nutritional needs by hosting a REAL FOODS group in my home and it is slowly growing in membership and ideas are spilling and I'm not the only one generating them. I love it.
The difference shows in my body: I'm slimming down. I smile more. I feel good, generally. It's nice.
I'm "mastering" these things before I move ahead - and I have every intention to move ahead - at a pace that is more kind to me. I have a lot of projects waiting for my attention and I feel that's okay. I feel much less guilt when I wait to do something and finish it....than if I jump to do something and don't.
