First off, I want this. And will do dastardly things to obtain it:
(if you are desirous of this print as well, it can be found here on Etsy...and no, I do not advertise on my blog. I just post shit that I like)
Thanksgiving is upon us! Most of us. Not you European/everywhere-but-America people. I enjoy that the American holiday tradition is that we just eat a lot. Like, that's the goal. And family togetherness or whatever, but mainly the eating thing.
So. After tomorrow, we'll be in full-on Christmas season, which brings us to gifts. And since this is a book blog, let's talk about book gifts. Does anyone buy them? I tend to be nervous because it feels like giving someone a job to do. "Here's a book. I expect you to read it and then discuss it with me to prove you love me."
Not to be all nosy, but anyone gotten a book as a gift that made you way way happy? Hopefully something you didn't ask for, as obviously you'd be happy if you asked someone for something and then got it.
I'm slightly cheating, because I DID, in fact, ask my brother to get me this, post-graduation from college, but I didn't realize how important it would be to me. Which was VERY. I asked him to get me Oh, the Places You'll Go!, because EVERYONE gets it when they graduate, and damnit, I'm not going to be left out of things.
But then after I first moved to Chicago, back in 2008, I was temping for a while and very, very sad and very worried about money and all that fun stuff, and that book helped me ENORMOUSLY. Especially this passage:
Wherever you fly, you’ll be best of the best. Wherever you go, you will top all the rest.
Except when you don’t.
Because, sometimes, you won’t.
Because, sometimes, you won’t.
I’m sorry to say so but, sadly, it’s true that Bang-ups and Hang-ups can happen to you.
You can get all hung up in a prickle-ly perch. And your gang will fly on. You’ll be left in a Lurch.
You’ll come down from the Lurch with an unpleasant bump. And the chances are, then, that you’ll be in a Slump.
And when you’re in a Slump, you’re not in for much fun. Un-slumping yourself is not easily done.
Love. Reading it still makes me feel better. Because those things happen, but they are temporary. Which it's hard to remember sometimes. I should do this to my brother the next time I see him:
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