The year in books - March and April

I got a bit behind.  Slowed down a bit.  Changing your meds can do that to you.  You know, my thyroid meds.  You just don't understand how important that one little hormone is until you mess with it.  It's leveling out, and so am I.

I spent March and April working my way through Cassandra Clare's Infernal Devices Series.   Let me take this opportunity to just say Wow!  I liked the twists, turns, and the unexpected ending.  I mean, I hoped, but never dared to dream that she would see it through.  I'm now interested in starting the Immortal Instuments by the same author.  However, first we are taking a detour.

I've started reading Let's Pretend This Never Happened, by Jenny Lawson.  First let me tell you, I'm not one for memoirs.  Not since Erma Bombeck have I laughed this hard.  At times I am ashamed of laughing, because let's face it, it's not nice.  Other times, I'm howling, because I've been there.  Right there.  Turkeys and all.  I'm loving this book.  Maybe one day I'll get to meet Jenny, and we can stare at each other missing small talk and smiling.  She's brilliantly illuminating.  Thank you.

So, what else are you doing?

Has anyone ever asked you  this question?  I got hit with it a couple of months ago, and I'm still kicking it around.  Our director of nursing came by, and we were having a friendly conversation before the task we were working on.  She asked what I had been up to.  I told her that since we'd last spoken, I'd acquired three more grandchildren, renewed my advanced certification, finished my bachelor's of nursing, and published a book.  Presently, I am working on research in compassion, writing another sock knitting book, and exploring fiction writing.  My husband has formed a company, has published his first book, and is working on his next project as we speak.  She looked at me, nodding politely, and asked "So, what else are you doing?"  'Enjoying life' was my response.

We've become far too focused on achieving; so much so that people now feel guilty for doing the little things to care for themselves.  We expect others to make decisions, make us healthy, cook our meals.  It's time to stop.  There is nothing wrong with a bit of determination and drive.   Just don't drive yourself crazy.

For me, knitting a bit, writing a bit, and being happy are enough.  I don't need anything more.  I am happy doing what I am doing.  


There, I said it.