Let’s make 2019 the year of getting the most out of something specific before we die. What do you say?
Me, a year and a half ago
I just reread that statement in my post, 652, from February of last year.
And I gotta say: LOL.
(If you missed the post and don’t feel like going back for it, here’s the SparkNotes: I did the math and based on averages I was only going to read 652 more books before I die and it made me think about my mortality and making every moment count.)
You see, it’s funny now on multiple levels. And who doesn’t love a good multi-level joke? (Mimes, maybe? They can only do the elevator thing so far down…)
Level one: did any of us actually use 2019 to get the most out of something specific? No, seriously. Did you? I know I did not. Including books. I got caught up in the chaos and the uncertainty and the job changes and I forgot to live fully like I planned when I was naive and innocent in February.
Level two: now that we’re almost a full human gestation period into the shit show that is 2020, looking back on that feeble attempt to grasp my mortality seems…hilarious. Like 2020 heard me and said, “hold my beer.”
Level three: because of that beer holding, my average reading rate has…wait for it…TRIPLED.
Guys, I am currently reading my FORTIETH book of 2020. Which, if you are good at arithmetic, means I’ve read one metric shit ton of books already this year and it’s only September.
The good news (as I did correctly predict in 2019) is that my “currently in the middle of reading” pile is now down to this:
The bad news (as you’ve already noted if you have a photogracphic memory, in which case I apologize profusely on behalf of us normal humans) is that this particular book was also in my “currently in the middle of reading” pile in February of 2019.
You win some, you lose some, right? Just ask the mimes.
So. My outlook and experience of reading has changed dramatically in 2020.
What (non-work or social outing) thing has changed for you this year?
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