Mood:
lyricalTopic: Books
I had a long chat with Tad last night during which he reminded me that I need to read Anna Karenina (and then told me how it ends! I promised him I would forget by today, but, unfortunately, I still remember...) and Proust. As always, our conversation was mostly about happiness and best selves and true selves and mindfulness and right work. Tad said that Proust believed in segmentation of the self, that the person who found happiness was not the same person who had sought that particular happiness and so couldn't truly enjoy it (I think...any misrepresentations of Proust--or of Tad--are completely my own).
My current feeling is that I'm about an inch away from getting all the things I've outlined for myself as my true objectives, but in order for me to move that one inch, I am going to have to completely transform myself. If I can't, then I will remain here, an inch away from my true work, spinning in circles and throwing energy out into the universe in every direction but not moving. And when I say completely transform, I really mean completely transform. Basically, I need to gain organization of my physical space, figure out how to motivate myself to do the daily work that moves big projects--aside from creating a crisis situation that I have to manage, and live in cooperation with my body rather than neglecting or punishing it. It's only three things. Shouldn't be that hard, right? ;)
