When Lynnae tagged me for this book meme, my first reaction was to say “Oh crap” and look at all the books around me to figure out which one is closest. Under the computer is a copy of the complete works of Aristotle. I’m thinking you won’t enjoy that one.
So I went with Don’t Sweat the Small Stuff in Love which I grabbed when it crossed my desk at work on Thursday.
The meme’s rules go like this:
- Pick up the nearest book (of at least 123 pages).
- Open the book to page 123.
- Find the fifth sentence.
- Post the next three sentences.
- Tag five people.
Many people have shared with us that this has been the single most helpful insight they have ever had about themselves—the idea that they actually practice being unhappy, or harming their relationship, without even knowing it by mentally “rehearsing unhappiness.” Without the ongoing distraction of negative mental rehearsal, what’s usually left is the love and respect you have for your partner.
One you begin to nip this problem in the bud, you’ll notice a great deal more peace and happiness showing up in your relationship. Rather than giving significance to your negative thoughts, you can spend that energy thinking about more positive aspects of your relationship. We hope that you’ll give this strategy a fair try—it’s fun and extremely effective, and it might just change your life.
So there you have it. Don’t practice being unhappy. I haven’t actually gotten to that section, I’m around page 100.
To be tagged for this…
Patrick of Cash Money Life
Randall of Credit Withdrawal
Laura of Green Panda Treehouse
Emily of Remodeling This Life
I know that’s only 4, so tag yourself if you want to. And no pressure, you four.
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Hi Mrs M – Well, I’m glad I’m not the only one who has mentally rehearsed unhappiness at some point.
I’ve never been into the tagging thing, so I’ll just mine here.
My nearest book is Runemarks, by Joanne Harris (I only bought it today, so I’m taking it to bed to read).
And the three sentences are:
She looked around. The cavern was still acrid with the stench of the firepit, but at least the air was cooler, now that the shower of debris had stopped. It had been a close shave, she saw now: a chunk of volcanic glass the size of a hog’s head had flown through the air, missing her by inches, and now lay, still glowing, by her feet.
That’s a pretty crazy paragraph!!
You own a complete works of Aristotle!? Why are you writing this blog? You could sell that for millions of dollars.
Or, like $25 on Amazon. But then mine isn’t the original. 😉
My joke was that there is no surviving complete works of Aristotle. A great many of his writings are lost. I was joking, of course. I knew what you meant. I hope the book wasn’t titled “The Complete Works of Aristotle” though, as that would be egregious.
I looked it up on Amazon and lo and behold there are books titled “The Complete Works of Aristotle.” Ah, semantics. Nobody studies you anymore.
OK, I’ll bite, just because I loved this book so…
http://smallcents.blogspot.com/2008/02/feeding-book-addiction.html
Sorry Mrs M – I guess it does sound a bit crazy. I should have said – It’s about goblins, and it’s set 500 years after the world ended.
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