I figure if I try to write in here every day I’ll remember how to do this.
I was reading this Sanvers fanfic last night, and it’s really good, but really angsty and now my heart hurts. Also, it’s unfinished and I don’t know what I’ll do with myself if it doesn’t get an update soon. Like, not to sound dramatic or anything, but I may die from impatience, and then be forced to resurrect myself just to check if there’s been an update, and then die all over again if it there isn’t one. Over and over again. Forever.
I’ve been reading a lot lately, which is good. I hadn’t really been reading for a long time, and even when I did, I couldn’t finish anything I started.
Reading list so far, with some of my Kindle Highlights:
Get Your Sh*t Together by Sarah Knight
Apparently the only thing I highlighted in the entire book was: “Letting go of things you can’t control is a huge part of the mental decluttering process.”
A New Earth by Eckhart Tolle
"Physicists have discovered that the apparent solidity of matter is an illusion created by our senses. This includes the physical body, which we perceive and think of as form, but 99.99 % of which is actually empty space. This is how vast the space is between the atoms compared to their size, and there is as much space again within each atom. The physical body is no more than a misperception of who you are. In many ways, it is a microcosmic version of outer space."
Stillness Speaks by Eckhart Tolle
"Prejudice of any kind implies that you are identified with the thinking mind. It means you don't see the other human being anymore, but only your own concept of that human being. To reduce the aliveness of another human being to a concept is already a form of violence."
I also finished a fairly short book titled The Kybalion: A Study of the Hermetic Philosophy of Ancient Egypt and Greece.
And last night (after reaching the To Be Continued of my angsty Sanvers fanfic) I started You Are the Universe by Deepak Chopra and Menas C. Kafatos, which I’m enjoying so far.
“The speed of light had been calculated at 186,000 miles per second, but Einstein felt that light contained something quite mysterious that hadn’t been discovered. What he wanted to know was not the properties of light or what light was like as a physicist studied it, but what the experience of riding a beam of light would be like.”
I discovered the other day that I have a lot of Kindle books in my library I haven’t read yet, and then I promptly ignored that fact and ran off to buy more.
It’s almost 4pm and I’ve done zero of the things I was supposed to do today. Well, I wrote here. I guess that’s something.