A book that's bigger than you are
Sometimes it's all you need to get back on track
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Today’s newsletter has nothing to do with food. No recipes. No tips. It’s about something that came to mind and set me thinking. And if you think along with me, I’d love to hear your suggestions. Here’s what’s been popping around in my brain …
Sometime in my twenties, mid-twenties? Later? How nice that I can’t remember. I was — wait for it, because I’m sure I’m the only one who was ever in this situation — confused. I just didn’t know what I wanted to do with my (one wild and precious) life and I spun in circles. I made myself unhappy, I made Michael more unhappy, and I just couldn’t unspin. I was so wrapped up in myself, my worries, my insecurities, that I was unbearably selfish. That I knew I was being selfish — self-centered and boring — only made it worse. I needed a respite from myself and I wasn’t sure how to get it when a friend said, “Read a book that’s bigger than you are.”
What’s odd is that I woke up last week thinking about this (could it be because I broke my p…