Posted May 18, 2008on:
I went around the house and collected all my self-improvement books. You’ll see most are focused on getting organized, clearing clutter and losing weight. The photo above represents only a fraction of the number of books I’ve bought over the years. All those titles taken together make me seem like a disaster – and I forgot to include the parenting books!
You’re probably wondering if I’ve ever lost weight successfully. I have; I weigh about 30 pounds less than I did 15 years ago. It’s a daily struggle, and while various food plans have come and gone, exercise has been the key for me – and it keeps me sane, too. (well, sort of . . .)
If you’ve been here before, you already know that I haven’t found the magic book about getting organized, managing my time, or being more productive.
But back to the books . . . I’m starting to wonder: could all this attempted self-improvement be harmful? is it just incredibly egotistical? what does it mean to live surrounded by books that tell you that you need to improve.
What about reading some books that tell us we’re fabulous? I have half a mind to cover the spines of my books with titles like: You’re So Beautiful; Your Household Runs Like a Well-Oiled Machine, Look At Those Incredible Abs – stuff like that.
In the meantime, I could simply spend more time encouraging myself, patting myself on the back and recognizing my successes. I know it would be kinder, and it might even be more effective.