I don’t really do holidays, so I’m not going to wax poetic about the meaning of Hanukkah or get into a debate about how it should be spelled. I spell it with an h and two ks. I’ve been working a little + not writing. I need to start writing again, but lately, my heart’s not in it. I think it’s because book sales are so lousy. I have no motivation to get the next book out. I’ve been reading a ton, though. I have a stack of books from the library taunting me for being a slow reader. Good thing books can be renewed. Anyway, I have a few fun links for the weekend.
I read an article in the November issue of Elle about how the 20s are a time of exploration and it’s okay if you don’t know what you want to do. It didn’t say much about the 30s though. I can’t find the article online, but what stuck out to me was that your 30s are not the time to be deciding if you want to have a career, get married, have a kid. You should already know those things. I’m 30 and a few months and I don’t know squat.
Searching for a real love (via Thirty Threadbare Mercies)
New adult lit (via BookPage)
Favorite song lately: You’re My Home by Billy Joel
National Book Award winners (via National Book)
I honestly hope you’ve chucked that issue of Elle down a garbage disposal, or built a nice yard fire with it at least
I’m going on 33 and finding that the best part is discovering what I *don’t want*. I still have no idea if I want kids, I’m exploring several different career paths after I wrap up the PhD, I’m reinventing my life in two continents after divorce… Wow, I’m a mess! But even if it gets overwhelming at times, I wouldn’t have it any other way.
It might seem different to you, but just from reading your blog I can tell you that I admire how you’re always busy and motivated; your drive and commitment is something I wish I had more of. That, and I miss your former cover picture – you don’t want to see how my cuticles are looking right now
Thank you, Chris! I’m actually still reading the issue, but you’re right about figuring out what I don’t want. Somehow, that’s much easier than figuring out what I do want. Not to say I can’t make decisions about what I do want, but it feels like the older I get, the bigger the decisions get.