I have had this book sitting on my shelf for a few months now. When I say sitting on my shelf I don’t mean filed away neatly on the bookcase. No, instead it has been laying across the top of a row of books. It has purposely been so because I wanted to convince myself that if it wasn’t put away neatly then I wasn’t breaking any rules by keeping it and it could remain without any sense of guilt. The book by Art Berg plagued me though, knowing there were quotes that contradicted that viewpoint, such as:
Feelings are reactions you choose to have.
Maybe, though, I should give you some context.
I have a library of books. I have always surrounded myself with books. They are my retreat from the world. When you have children and commitments to school life; jumping on a plane and heading on a holiday is just not an option. It is a season for being at home. So, if you want to take a holiday from parenthood then there is every chance the only place you are going is into a distant place in your mind.
I grew up with books being how I filled out my downtime. I buried myself in them on the school bus and in any spare moment indoors. School libraries were my thing. Books are my thing. Now, as an adult, my home library is my thing. They are my escape and, so, as time has passed my collection has grown. There have been a couple of seasons where my collection faced attrition from the needs of life, often from circumstances outside my control. I cried. Like, real tears cried.
So, when I have my books I tend to hold them close. I find it hard to let them go. Actively decluttering bookshelves is hard work for me. It can take weeks for me to go from deliberation through to the decision to remove a book from my collection. Especially this one as it whispered a reminder:
You don’t need a book. You just need to go and do whatever it is that scares you.
You know that nagging feeling you get when you have an overdue library book? This book has been plaguing me with a similar feeling, only it is not from a library. It was given to me. And in my head that justified that I felt that it was mine. But despite being given to me, it is not mine. I know, right, it sounds like I am losing my mind. Maybe I am losing my mind because I have kept the book when I shouldn’t have? I don’t know.
I am 100% responsible for my life.
You see, I was given this really amazing book. It had some amazingly inspirational passages already underlined within its cover. Some were underlined twice even! And, as I read through it, I added my own underlines. It was inspirational and motivating and challenged some of the ingrained, unconscious decision making processes I had developed and brought them to my awareness so I could confront them. It was truly transformational.
Standing still is not an acceptable option.
It was one of those books that I knew that I would want to refer back to at some point to find a quote or to inspire others. I wanted to hold it close so that it was part of my way of being there for others. But that was not it’s selected purpose. You see, it was given to me as a ‘pass-it-on’ book to be passed from hand to hand. My job was to read it, underline what was most meaningful to me and pass it on.
When it comes to books that have value because they are amazingly helpful or potentially life changing you might have to steal them from my estate when I am on my death bed and unable to defend them. Give them away though?
Rather than “big bang” miracles you experience in life are received in increments.
Well, with small steps, let me start with the book that demanded in it’s gifting to be passed on. The foreword by Anthony Robbins says that:
Art Berg will inspire you to reignite your own driving force. I have never met anyone else who has had a greater impact on people’s lives through the sheer force of his own life’s experience.
In fact, every interjecting quote you have read in this piece is a small underlined segment of his writing. Something that was underlined as being the gem in the book that spoke to them.
It is about time it moved from its awkward position on my bookshelf. Whilst I make some choices about how we will go about giving this book away I consider the words of Art Berg’s mother…
While the difficult takes time, the impossible just takes a little longer.
Well, the time has come where even Jeremy is surprised that I am doing what was thought impossible – I dare part with a book! Check out The Impossible Just Takes a Little Longer on Fishpond for yourself.