I am really astonished at the way this book, How to Stop Worrying and Start Living, by Dale Carnegie, has blown away my freakish need to worry and fret over every little damn thing. If you can believe it, i was worried a couple of weeks ago about EVERYTHING (actually, you probably can believe it if you have been reading along with my literary journey..... i was a little shifty this past month as far as moods go). i was so freakin stressed out about stuff that i was worried i wouldn't finish my 100 books this year. first of all, why worry about that? it is a personal goal, that i happen to be writing about to an audience of, oh, i dunno, one person, maybe two (or none? who knows?). second of all- who cares? if not now, i will get to a 100 a year some day. but i'm not saying this to talk down about my goal. i really am invested in reading a hundred books this year. and blabbering about them endlessly on the world wide web to whomever feels like reading about it. that's why i've busted my butt to read 61 books so far. in case no one noticed, thats a lot of books. if you figure that each book i read had an average of about 300 pages, that's um..... (i'm no math expert here, clearly, as my nose is stuck in books 24/7).....18,300 pages i've read in that past 9 months. and that's just the books i've read in full. what about those articles, cookbook instructions, magazines, newspapers, textbook entries, websites, emails..... the list goes on. i'll stop being heady and just leave it at the fact that i'm no slouch when it comes to digesting words. but this book was really fibrous. this book stuck to my insides and sloshed around in my brain. its going to take me a while to digest this puppy and i'm glad. i just might go back to it again and again, as the handsome devil who gave it to me does (by the way- thank you!) and all the people who have bought it to keep it in print since 1944 probably have. (i know! 1944!) it hasn't lost an ounce of relevance. and you know what has really sunk in and gone into the bloodstream since i have started reading it? chill out. deal with what comes at you day by day and enjoy what life has to offer. pray and leave your worries to God. appreciate the good things and do what you can immediately to banish the bad things.
DUH!!!!! i had to smack my head a couple times while reading this to say "no duh! why were you stressing out about shit that you have no control over? why did it take a book from the 40s to make you realize you have an AWESOME life and an AWESOME God?" but it did take a book to bring this to attention and there were many other lessons that i still can't begin to process because i'm still too busy realizing what an idiot i 've been in my worry and stress and anxiety. chill out. be a good person. -sigh- thank you, Habibi and mr. carnegie, for making me realize what an idiot i've been. and i say that with no irony or self deprecation at all- i mean that. no need to be snarky tonight :)