Tuesday, January 15, 2008

On wasting no time reading


I took a speed reading course and read War and Peace in twenty minutes. It involves Russia. ~ Woody Allen




I know that all three of you who read last Monday’s post on my New Year resolutions have been anxiously awaiting an update on what those annual goals actually are. It will come as no surprise to many of you (at least, not to those who know me) that I’ve already revised and rewritten my yearly objectives several times because I realized that I was dreaming some impossible dreams, and most likely setting myself up for (what has already proven to be immediate) failure.

For example, inspired by some new acquaintances, I set as one of my goals to read 52 books this year – one a week. Now, I am used to be an avid reader. In my younger days, if I was engrossed in a compelling novel, I could easily stay up until the wee hours of the morning devouring the words on each page until my eyes were bleary and my tongue felt thick and coated with cotton from lack of sleep. My bookcases are still lined with some of the best fiction and non-fiction on the market, including classics by C.S. Lewis, Jane Austen, Hemingway and Steinbeck, but I am less of a reader these days as a mere collector of books.

Conversations with fellow readers often go something like this:

Friend: Oh, I just read the best book! It’s called [insert name of bestseller/classic novel here] by [insert author name here]. Really inspiring!

Me: (excitedly) Oh yeah?! I have that book! I got it four years ago.

Friend: What did you think about it?

Me: I’ll let you know after I read it.

I’m not sure when I stopped reading as voraciously as I did in my teens, twenties and early thirties. Work, family, ministry obligations all came before reading. Or, perhaps my declining desire to read a book was hastened by the increased number of TV sets or the availability of high-speed internet access in our home . It became so much easier to “vege out” in front of the boob tube or surf the web at night than to pick up a book.

So, too, my changing tastes diminished my appetite for reading, at least, for reading the types of books that were once stacked eight deep beside my bed. As my secular worldview shifted to a more biblical worldview, I found less pleasure in the Oprah Book Club and NY Times bestsellers which were my usual fare. Gradually, I replaced the trashy beach novels and murder mysteries with self-help books and spiritual growth guides; gone were authors whose names I frankly can no longer recall (that’s how temporal their work); in were authors Beth Moore, Francine Rivers, Kay Arthur, Randy Alcorn, and Frank Peretti. (And, okay, I didn’t completely eliminate secular authors: Sue Miller and Pat Conroy and Diana Galbadon remain my guilty pleasures, as much for their beautiful prose as for their storylines, and I must confess that the stories themselves, although most decidedly secular in nature, are compelling and tender and heartbreaking all at once.)

Unfortunately, I think that there is dearth of quality Christian fiction (it’s plentiful, but most of it is not that good), and one can only read so many non-fiction personal growth books before the eyes glaze over and you realize what a hopeless mess you are and what’s the point in even trying to improve yourself now because you’re already middle-aged and old habits die hard. But, hope springs eternal, and one of these days I will no longer be a bad girl but instead a woman after God’s own heart who has broken free then learned to set boundaries, who has won the battlefield of the mind and celebrates discipline, who shows love and respect to her husband and parents her kids with love and logic, and has found financial peace.

Someday.

In the meantime, I better get busy reading up on how to do all that.






Which brings me back to my New Year goal of reading 52 books this year. I have since scaled that downward to 24 books, because reading two books per month is a far more likely (and reasonable) scenario for me at this point in my life, and a goal I might actually achieve. And, along those lines, I have set some other “sub-goals” in relationship to my primary goal of reading 24 books this year:

  1. Read no more than two books at a time. In the past, I was often reading four to six books at any given time; it just depended on which room of the house I was in, and yes, that includes the bathroom. There were often half-read books in the office, beside the couch, on my nightstand, and even in the car, and because I was trying to read so many at once, I never ended up completing any of them, which leads me to my next sub-goal:

  1. Complete the books you start (unless they are awful). If I reduce the number of books I’m trying to read at one time, I’ll probably be more likely to finish said books. On the flip side, and usually in regards to fictional books, I have often wasted several hours of my life reading a novel that was poorly written simply because I just had to know how it ended. I’m the same way with movies – once I start it, I have to see it through. Only lately have I found the strength to turn it off if it gets ridiculously stupid or boring, and it’s even easier for me to turn it off if it gets overly raunchy, as I find I have less and less tolerance for that kind of trash these days. But, when it comes to Christian fiction, sad to say, it’s usually just… bad. I’m finally learning to “just say no” to weak characters and underdeveloped story lines. Life is too short.

  1. Mix it up. I’m trying to expand my horizons, read more than just the easy stuff. You know, actually challenge my brain. In addition to personal growth books and the occasional quality Christian novel, perhaps it’s time to pull some of those tried-and-true books off the shelf. I suppose I’m of the mind of Mark Twain who once said, “A classic is something everybody wants to have read and nobody wants to read.” But, maybe it’s time to finally read some of those. At the very least, I’ll read the Cliffs Notes.

  1. Use the library more often. I love nothing more than spending an evening at Barnes and Noble. Between the Starbucks coffee and the smell of new books, I’m pretty much in heaven. However, I’m also striving for financial peace, and realized, after a review of our five-year spending history, that I had been subsidizing B&N for far too long. (If you hear that they are going out of business in the near future, it’s probably because I decided to start using my library card instead of my credit card. After all, why pay when you can borrow?)


Currently reading:

Simplify Your Life by Elaine St. James
The Millionaire Next Door by Thomas J. Stanley and William D. Danko
The Little Red Book of Wisdom by Mark DeMoss


Hmmm... so much for sub-goal number one...


Wednesday, January 9, 2008

On being a closet organizer...


In the absence of clearly-defined goals, we become strangely loyal to performing daily trivia until ultimately we become enslaved by it. ~
Robert Heinlein




I’m afraid this quote by some guy I don’t know (which I stumbled on quite by accident… when I went looking for quotes on goal-setting) pretty much sums up my life. Or, at least, the past 18 months of my life.

Since moving to Alabama, I’ve been a SAHM (“stay-at-home mom” for those of you unfamiliar with the acronym), something I never always wished I could do. Yet over the past 18-odd years, I somehow found it a relief necessary to work outside the home, at least until my kids were old enough to be in school all day, thus allowing me eight uninterrupted hours for napping blissful soul-searching and personal growth and development.

And I’m happy to report that, in the past 18 months, this is what I’ve accomplished:


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Nothing. Nada. Zip.

Not a blessed thing.

OK, I did get a new house in order. A job that should have taken all of two months, but due to my obsessive-compulsive nature desire for perfection, took much longer because I had to completely repaint the entire house, including the closets.

Yes, that is sad, I know. Ever since wandering through a model home one day (a favorite weekend pastime of ours when we lived in Virginia during the crazy housing boom) and seeing this incredible kids’ room which featured, among other things, a closet that was painted in a contrasting color to the room, I’ve not considered a room “finished” until I’ve ripped out all the cheap ClosetMaid contractor shelving, patched five million dozen holes the size of a moon crater, and repainted not only the walls, but also the ceiling and trim. All in a space no one will ever see except said occupant of the room, and even then, it’s unlikely my fine handiwork would be evident behind the racks of clothes, shoes, toys, books, games, purses, hats, sports equipment, and various other junk that probably shouldn’t be in the closet yet somehow found it’s way in (like empty pizza boxes and soda cans, and let’s not even go there). But when the closet is EMPTY, it looks really cool!

And let’s not forget the organizers. The closet organizers that I saw in the model home that coordinated beautifully with the painted closet and were going to solve all our clutter problems, and these weren’t the cheap contractor grade wire shelves that leave lines on your sweaters and make it impossible to slide your hanger more than 5 inches without hitting some obstacle, oh no. These were the laminate, you-can-build-and-install-it-yourself-if-you-have-an-engineering-
degree closet organizers that were destined to make us feel like we were living like the rich and famous but without the bank account to back up the lifestyle, because it was drained to pay for the closet organizers.

When we moved to Alabama, I said, “Enough!”

That’s right, enough. If we’re going to spend a small fortune on organizers, let’s get the very best. Elfa.

So one Saturday around 11 am, shortly after having moved to Alabama, when we were still giddy from having sold our house in Virginia during what would prove to be the early days of the now-obvious housing bust, and actually had money to burn (which is to say we had a paid-off credit card with an available line of credit burning a hole in our pockets), I said to the kiddos, “Let’s go to Atlanta!”

They were so excited! A trip!

It took two hours to get ourselves ready, and another five hours to reach our destination: The Container Store!! I spent four hours designing the perfect closet organizing systems, nearly had a heart attack when I saw the prices, but put on a brave smile and ordered enough to deck out two of the 10+ closets in the house. Please don’t even ask me what the kids did during this time frame, because I really have NO idea, but I can tell you that when I got back to Alabama, I still had three children in my van, and I’m pretty sure they all belong to me, although sometimes I wonder.


I think I’ve lost complete control of where I intended to go with this post.


Oh, right… I was going to talk about my goals for the new year, and how, in the absence of goals, we tend to get so wrapped up in the trivial routines of life that we can no longer imagine setting, let alone reaching, any kind of goal beyond the monotony of our daily life… or maybe that’s just me.

More on that tomorrow, after I drink my coffee, skim through the paper, catch up on the posts at my favorite forums, drink more coffee, take the dog out for his “daily constitutional,” read my favorite blogs, post some comments, do my devotions, play the piano for a bit, shower, eat breakfast, drink more coffee, update Quicken, pay a few bills, send some emails, play a game of Spider, make a to-do list, drink more coffee, check to see what’s in the refrigerator, look for the source of the stink coming from the kitchen (ah! it’s the dirty dish cloth!), unload the dishwasher, take the dog out for a couple rounds of fetch, go fetch the balls he’s chased but then left out in the woods, work a Sudoku puzzle, check to see if anyone’s posted a comment in response to my comments, then respond to those comments, and wonder why it’s noon and I haven’t accomplished anything on my to-do list, including updating this blog.

But, as you can see, I’m very busy.

Monday, January 7, 2008

Maintaining my resolve

It’s been awhile since I last blogged. I guess I subscribe to the philosophy that it’s better to stay silent and let folks assume you’re a fool than to open your mouth and prove them right.

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OK, not true. Just as nature abhors a vacuum, I abhor silence, and must fill it, so I’m pretty much constantly proving myself a fool. Today, I am sure, will be no exception.

After a long absence from writing of any kind (unless cell phone texting counts, which I’m pretty sure it does not), I figured, considering the time of year, that the most natural way to ease back into this would be start off with some New Year’s resolutions.

Of course, I resolved a few years ago not to make New Year’s resolutions anymore, as I can rarely get past mid-January without having shattered all resolve to stick to my ambitious resolutions. I started setting the bar lower and lower every year, in hopes of achieving some modicum of success. For example, I stopped resolving to exercise five days a week, and lowered it to merely resolving to walk five days a week. Then it was three days a week. Then I resolved I would walk at least three times a month. Finally, last year, I said I’d walk three times that year, which I did on January 2, 3, and 4 so as to get it out of the way and be able to say I was successful in fulfilling my resolution.

This year, I’ve decided to simply set some annual “goals.” Somehow, setting goals seems less intimidating, and a bit “friendlier,” quite frankly, than making “resolutions,” which has a bit of a militaristic feel to it, does it not?

So, on Monday, a week into the New Year, I spent the day charting my yearly goals, and breaking those down into smaller chunks, first monthly, then weekly.

At the end of the day, between goal-listing, chatting, emailing, errand-running, dinner-making, and more errand-running (for my high school daughter who came home with a list of supplies for this new semester that rivaled our back-to-school purchases), I decided I should have added “Make New Year’s Goal List” to my weekly goal to-do list so that I’d have something to cross off for the day.

*sigh*

It’s going to be a long year.