Years ago, my husband gave me for Christmas a badger skull. This might seem like a strange gift, a not entirely appropriate Christmas present, and certainly, if you think about it in the context of the kinds of gifts that tv and magazines advertise from the beginning of December on -- you know, diamond earrings and cars and perfume and such -- well, yeah, then I guess I see your point.
On January 1st every year, I sit and look at all the books I read over the previous 365 days, books I deliberately don't shelve but stack (eventually precariously). I sit there and look at them and think about what I loved best, which words changed me.
2014 was a great year in my reading life: so much awesome.
Of the 45 titles read last year, here are my favorites, the books that had the biggest impact on me, organized according to rough categories that go like this:
So, everybody's got their opinion about what to do at the beginning of the year: is it resolutions, is it intentions, is it themes, is it three simple words?
The answer is Yes.
Yes, as in, I'll do all the things, thank you.
File under: Old dog, new tricks.
I don't think there's anything that tastes more of the soil than beets. Which is probably why I detested them as a child, just loathed them. Now I celebrate them for that very reason, beets more terroir even than wine.
Now, because they taste of dirt, to me they're just plain Delicious.
Ever since reading Getting Things Done: The Art of Stress-Free Productivity, I've been really focused on Getting to Zero -- i.e., managing my tasks, projects, life by concentrating on the next concrete Action I can take, taking it, and then, being at rest.
Fundamentally, for me Zero means having an empty head. It feels weird to me to write those words, me who loves thinking and doing and making shit happen, but seriously,
having an empty head is totally my goal.