I have to say, Evelyn Wood would be proud! And if you were born after 1970, you probably have no clue who Evelyn Wood was or is … if she is still alive. I have no idea. She may have even been a fictional character.
Anyway Evelyn Wood had a method for speed reading. Skipping the a, an, and the … and other little techniques to whip through whatever you needed to finish in a hurry. I don’t like to speed read. I like to take a leisurely stroll. And even when I read a single book in 24 hours, it’s because I don’t stop reading.
I read for hours and hours and hours and hours in a row. Last night B asks “Are you coming to bed? Soon let me just get to the end of this chapter. Which turns into the four chapters. Followed by are you coming to bed yet? To which I finally say sssshhhh then No! Leave me alone!” He knows I love him even when I snap. Grrrr 🤣
Get your sh*t together is not a traditional self-help book. Because of that I can skip around and read chapters out of order and get little nuggets of gold to use or not as I see fit. I love the author’s sarcastic wit thus far Sarah Knight is very good.
She gives no magic serum. No absolutes. Try it. like it. try it. don’t like. Not made to feel like a failure because you don’t follow these golden rules of getting your metaphorical sh*t together.
Her first book was aptly titled The life-changing magic of not giving a fuck. I think Billy Bob’s therapist took a line from that play book to help treat Billy. Back in 2014, after he had his accident. You know the one where he almost died. You know the one where he says “quit saying that.”
Well it’s true … he almost died. He was on some very heavy medication. From the beginning, they knew he was going to have to detox from it. Doing so was planned and very heavily scripted … how many to take … over what period of time and then how to wean himself off. Like a champ, he followed the orders explicitly.
Though as one might imagine, detox was no picnic. And at that point in time he did see someone for a very brief maybe two or three week period. On day one, the therapist says to Billy “here’s how you deal with it when you start getting anxious and things are out-of-control, you just say fuck it!” And that’s all it took. Simple really. For the rest of his life, from that day forward he goes about thinking “fuck this. fuck that. fuck you. and I don’t care”. To date, he is the least anxious person I’ve ever known. And I have known some pretty laid back mofo’s. Lol!
Anyway I highly recommend you read the book and get your shit together.
As always, more to come.