As part of Frugal February, I stopped making unnecessary purchases, which included books.
I know. I was sad too.
On the bright side, I rediscovered the library and fell in love all over again. I perused the shelves, pulling out books I'd never heard of, reading reviews and synopses, arriving at the check-out desk arms overflowing.
I began cross-referencing all the books I want to read with my library shelves, and I ended up with 12 books stacked throughout the house, waiting to be read.
Yes, twelve. And readers, I showed restraint.
What happened then?
I read one.
It's like I couldn't focus. I would pick up each book and read a bit and set it down and then pick up another one and start the whole process over until one day, books strewn across the house, I loaded them all up and returned them to the library.
I think it was an expression of the idea that when we have too many choices, we become overwhelmed.
When I got home, I looked at my own bookshelf, the one with all of the books I've yet to finish reading, and I thought: perhaps start here?
So, that's what I'm going to do. I'm going to finish reading the two books I currently own and have sitting, bookmarks sticking out the top, on my bedside table: The Road and The Body Keeps the Score.
Then, I'm going to put those books on the shelf designated for finished reads and head again toward all of the unread books sitting patiently and collecting dust.
Why is it we often feel the need to have more when we don't even fully use or appreciate what is already with us?
Until I make a serious dent in the books I already own, I'm quitting the library (for now) because overconsumption happens even when stuff is free. :)
Does anyone else struggle with choice, focus and being overwhelmed with options to the point of paralysis?
I hope everyone had a wonderful weekend and is enjoying Monday. I woke with a migraine and went back to bed once the children were off to school, which means some serious hustle now that coffee has been consumed and breakfast has been eaten.