“Certainty is the enemy of growth” Mark Manson, “The Subtle Art of Not Giving A F*CK”
That was a hard read. Not the language, and yes I can hear my mother bristling in the background, but the message. Thoughts of my brother lay across the pages wound between the words. My first “certain” reaction was to go out and “buy him the book”. It will show him that he needs to finally get divorced. After all, it has been over 3 1/2 years.” I dog-eared the phrase and went back to it throughout the read.
But what if I looked at it differently? What if I was looking at it through my eyes and not his? What if he is avoiding taking action because he is not “certain” of the result?
I sat on the white sands of Paradise Island and turned the pages thoughtfully. Periodically I dug into my beach bag and pulled out a pen to write in the margins. This book was full of nuggets that I was open to hearing.
Choices. Boundaries. Commitment And then you die…
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