Self Help

Alrighty folks, true crime confession time…I am obsessed with the self-help craze that has been sweeping through the world for the last few years. Face it, people, the plague really made us look at ourselves in more ways than any of us were comfortable with at all. Books and podcasts and blogs oh my!

Recently, I went to Target with my friends and Target, as it always does, told me what I needed… a new self-help book on the shelf by the registers. There are very few times in the last handful of years that I haven’t left Target without a book. Also, there is not often a time in the last few years that I haven’t been reading at least one book. Right now, I am currently listening to a self-help book, reading a fiction novel (hardback), and I just started the self-help book that Target said I needed because as my best friend so aptly put, “it has all the buzz words.”

The audio self-help books that have been on my Libby list a lot lately lean more towards that anti guru side of helpfulness. All the things that didn’t help the author stream slowly into what helped them, but then them telling you that help is not one size fits all and everyone has to figure it out for themselves. Right! I get it, people. There isn’t a magical way to just wake up one day with all optimism and answers in the world.

It’s time for another confession. One that anyone who has ever read any of my rants, I mean blog posts, could pinpoint if they look at all. I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up, and I’m in my mid thirties. Hence, I have been reading in on everyone who has opinions on how to help myself figure out how to help myself. As I am just starting to read this new book, my first thought really was, “Why am I reading about making goals when I have no idea what I want. All I know is that this life is not what I want or thought it would be.”

Getting out of my own way is harder than it seems. Every second of every day I think about everything that I want to get done and approximately how much time it will take to do them versus the amountof time in the day I actually have to get anything done. All the time I spend thinking about time, I feel like I accomplish nothing. It has now taken me a week to put this whole thing into words. Now that I finally finished it, it’s time to get back to the “bzz words” book that I am barely a third of the way through.