Finally finished this book with my bf today.
I couldn't read the last page. Was too vaklempt.
I am not much of a reader but I would reco this one.
Here's a quote I like from it :
"Loving someone is like moving into a house." Sonja used to say. "Art first you fall in loce with all the new things, amazed every morning that all this belongs to you, as if fearing that someone would suddenly come rushing in through the door to explain that a terrible mistake had been made, you weren't actually supposed to live in a wonderful place like this. Then over the years the walls become weathered, the wood splinters here and there, and you start to love that house not so much because of all its perfection, but rather for all its imperfections. You get to know all the nooks and crannies. How to avoid getting the key caught in the lock when its cold outside. Which of the floorboards flex slightly when one steps on them or exactly how to open the wardrobe doors without them creaking. These are the little Secrets that make it Your home. "
Been thinking of a couple things this weekend.
One is "Do what brings you Joy" A friend reminded me of this - though it is said so often its like a cliche. But half the time we are on autopilot and we just do things because we are keeping up with living, surviving, or we don't stop to think to realize if something is bringing us joy, is neutral or does the opposite. Funny coincidence when the next day I saw this quote on Instagram "People who say 'go big or go home' seriously underestimate my willingness to go home. Like, its literally my only goal".
The next is just a reminder, how do I want to be remembered when I am gone? What impact have I made on others? Who are the people I know who I admire so much that I am so very thankful they are in my life and that they bring Joy to my life even if its a minor way. How do they make me feel? What do they inspire in me because of their presence? (I really should not allow those that do the opposite, to occupy much space or importance in my life).
