On Chichi's recommendation, I've started reading Redirect. It's nothing too mind-boggling, but I do like the idea of our story narrative.
"Narratives are often like an oil painting to which we add a little daub each day."
What little daubs of paint have I been adding to my narrative these past few days? Weeks? Months? What daub is today's?
How have we been shaping the lives we live, and are they the ones that we want? The best ones we could have given what we were given?
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I find I read as much for the beautiful words and phrases as I do for the ideas behind them. I have dearly missed quiet afternoons spent in a different world; today was much needed.
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