I read this book a few weeks ago and the author asks some pretty great questions. (I know, I know…)
It wasn’t on my book list. It was in pure rebellion of my book list actually.
The middle of Jane Eyre is trying.
And this was a quick day’s read
Back to Jane soon enough though!
What do I love?
What makes me angry? In other words, what makes me say, “Somebody should do something about that?”
What do I need to drop the “just” from to open myself up to the possibility that more is going on in whatever it is I do all day? (i.e. I’m just a teacher.)
What would it look like for me to approach tomorrow with a sense of honor and privilege, believing that I have work to do in the world, that it matters, that it’s needed, that I have a path and I’m working my craft?
What feeds my soul?
And my favorite, “Who are you to do this?”
This is a quote that the author turns into, “Who are you not to do this?”
Ok, one more quote, “You have your life. And your life is not her life. Or his life. And his life is not yours. Is there a way in which you’ve been asking , “What about them?” When the better question is, “What is that to you?” There will always be someone who’s smarter than you. There will always be someone with more raw talent than you. There will always be someone more experienced and better qualified and harder working and stronger and more articulate and more creative with more stamina who can sing better than you can. But who you aren’t isn’t interesting.”
Ok. I think that’s enough for today.