Loving the Library, right here in the Now

Out here in Boonieville, we don’t have a library.  Sticksville does but Sticksville is far from here.   I grew up in the library.  I worked in the local library in 2 different cities.  Dewey?  Library of Congress?  I got that down.  Ask me any topic and I bet I could tell you the general area where you’d find it.

My last library, as if they were my past lovers, used the Dewey so I may be a little rusty on LC but I bet I’d still get you pretty damn close.  I had been going to my local library, a simple 5 minute drive, for the past 3 years.  I lived in the same place for 3 years and 1 month.  You don’t know me but 3 years is a shockingly long duration for me to remain in the same place.  Only place that trumps that is growing up with my parents.

As a young child growing up in the city, my father took my brother and I to the library almost once a week.  We could pick out whatever we wanted to read.  My father taught me to read at 3.  I’ve been reading, sometimes voraciously, sometimes passively, ever since then.

But being who I am, I am currently reading probably 37 books.  Well, that might be a slight exaggeration but I do get easily distracted.  Who are you?  What am I doing?  Oh right, blogging.

Without easy access (hehe) to the people’s library, I’ve been forced to actually read the books on my bookshelf.   I started reading “The Charge; Activating the 10 human drives that make you feel alive” by Brendon Burchard.  I keep seeing ad’s out there to get the book so I would suggest it.  I got my ad from Inc.  I paid the shipping and they sent the book for free.    I just made $1 mil for that statement, thank you very much.  Jk

Burchard had a near death experience that woke him up to life.   Now he’s all about living life enthusiastically, passionately, boldly and all kinds of other positive “-lys” out there.  Funny thing though is that while I was reading it, I felt like I was already living what he was describing as the goal.

I’ve done what I wanted.  I’ve walked away when it was time to walk away and I toughed it out when toughing it out was what needed to be done.  I’ve been saying this for the past few years, but if I were to die, I’d be happy with the memories I was blessed to experience.  Or perhaps alter some just slightly not so pleasant things with a little gloss.  Give the ugly memories the Disney effect.

I’ve only just begun “The Charge” but the 1st of the drives is Control.  Are you in control?  Are you in the Driver’s Seat?  Whenever I’m being codependent and rah rahing a friend, I always use that Driver’s Seat bit.  Because it’s fucking true.  You make the decisions.  You call the shots.  You take control and get in that Driver’s Seat!

But you know, I’ve been thinking.  I think there is a superior place to Driver’s Seat.  Driver’s Seat is great, don’t get me wrong.  It’s an awesome place to be.  But what about “Dialed In”?  Where you tune in to what’s really happening, NOW.  The slight breeze on your left cheek, the ache in your lower back, the annoying dog barking down the street.  It’s when I Dial In that magic happens.

Money starts coming in I forgot about.  The Green Lights.  The Parking Spaces.  The flow is so easy, and isn’t that the way life is really meant to be lived?  Easy?  Abundant?  Go with the path of least resistance, like water babbeling down a hill.  Nature is by nature (had to do it) abundant.  When we Dial In to that web that connects us all on a cellular level, you can reach a higher state, no drugs required.  Well, Ok, I’ve got to take the drugs the doc prescribed but still, the euphoria, the joy, the bliss experienced in the present moment.  Dialing In.  I think I’m going to put Now on speed dial.

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