A house burns to the ground while the family who live in it stand outside and watch. All bar two, that is: the absentees are the father, who is away at work, and the youngest daughter Izzy. Everyone knows it was Izzy who burned the house down, because that’s just like her: ever a wild child, impossible to control, Izzy has been the family’s unpredictable rebel practically since the day she was born.
Today I came to a realisation that can be summed up in a sentence that sounds fairly simple, but has taken me an embarrassingly long time to grasp:
Just because you’re good at something, that doesn’t mean you have to do it.
I might stop the general weekly round-ups now, since I’m back on my feet after surgery and therefore have no need to update people via the blog. But the reading will continue, obviously, and so will the book round-ups.
This week I read two books, and both were good.
I swear Mark Manson lives inside my head. Practically every time I read one of his blog posts, I find myself nodding along enthusiastically and then sharing it with everyone I can.
So it wasn’t exactly surprising that the same could be said about this book.
I finally have my brain fully back! It’s been switching on and off over the past year based on the number and strength of pills I’ve been on at any given time. So more like a dimmer switch than a straight on/off affair. However, as of yesterday I am off aaaaallll the meds. Let’s see how this goes.
The most exciting thing about this, of course, is that I can read books again. And not just novels and things that require zero brain power, but real books. Big books. Thick philosophical books. (I know novels can be all those things too, but boy have I missed philosophy.)
Here’s what I read this week.
I am back online after ten days off for surgery and recuperation. Recovery is ongoing – I’m not going to be running any marathons
ever for at least the next eight weeks, but I’m home and out of bed.
I’m heading into hospital shortly for a pre-op, and then surgery early next week assuming the hospital hasn’t fucked up my appointments
I spoke to my doctor yesterday and he suggested I take some time off work; he was quite surprised I’d been working all year despite being “off sick”, but personally I find it keeps me going. Having said that, I’m going to be sensible for the next week or so and stay away from my inbox. In practice this will probably also mean I won’t be online much except for the purposes of Netflixing.