Just in case you thought I was all talk and no action when it came to The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up (dang, I love that book)…
I give you…
My librarian cardigan shelves!
Just in case you thought I was all talk and no action when it came to The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up (dang, I love that book)…
I give you…
My librarian cardigan shelves!
As a running junkie (a habit even more deeply rooted than the reading of self-improvement books), it was fascinating to read this analysis, which so clearly explained many of the reasons that once I started running, I really started smiling.
Last fall I read Gretchen Rubin’s Better Than Before. While The Power of Habit covers the same topic, they’re quite different books. And I like them both so very much. They complement each other well.
If you’re into the self-improvement stuff, oh, guys… pick up this book.
![]() |
|
| Project unstuck due to GTD! Next action: find photo for final frame |
![]() |
| Habit helper: setting a bedtime alarm |
Happier at Home: Kiss More, Jump
More, Abandon a Project, Read Samuel Johnson, and My Other Experiments in the
Practice of Everyday Life by
Gretchen Rubin
The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up by Marie Kondo
Don’t worry—I’m not about to post a YouTube video of my perfectly re-folded sock drawer. (I haven’t gotten to that part yet.*)
But I’m here to tell you, guys, this total non-hoarder just dispensed with 3 garbage bags full of clothes after reading this quick little book. And against all
odds, I recently packed for a 5-day trip in a mere carry-on!
I am a changed woman.
And dang, it feels good.
So here’s why this book is sweeping the nation: Kondo’s theory is that we should keep only the things that spark joy.
Everything else: out!
So she has you go through your home, touching each object (which I thought would be counter to de-cluttering, based on research that shows that once we touch an item in a store, we’re umpteen times more likely to buy it—but it actually helped me get rid of stuff) and deciding whether it brings joy. Then you toss out all the old stuff that no longer does it for you.
She suggests going through your home by category, starting with clothes. This also works. (Though I cheated and started weeding my library** before I’d cleared all the closets. Book fanatic inevitability.)
So here’s what she suggests when it comes to the books: take all the books off the
shelves, stack them on the floor, and then pick up each book and decide whether it gives you joy.
I might actually do that.
Then you go through everything else in your house, category by category.
Then you get to do the fun part and KonMari your clothes.
(This was my carry-on packing secret weapon.)
So I’m all swept up in it, purging things like a wild woman in my meager free time. It’s become one of my treats.
I know.
Sick.
But this place is looking darn spiffy, guys.
*Update: I got to that part. Here’s how it looks.
**sort of. I sort of weeded my library.
Daring Greatly: How the Courage to Be Vulnerable Transforms the Way We Live, Love, Parent, and Lead by Brene Brown
OK, raise your hand if you’ve seen Brene Brown’s viral TED talks.
TED Talk the First (that’s it, just above there)
Yeah, I’ve seen ’em, too. (After two people from completely different realms of my life mentioned her within the same week, I decided that was an indication I should check this stuff out. And I gotta tell you: it was at the perfect moment. [And I gotta tell you: there’s probably not an imperfect moment to hear these ideas.])
If you’re intrigued by Brown’s research about how we need to be vulnerable in order to really fully live our lives, then this book is just the ticket.
I found it fascinating, inspiring, terrifying, and eye-opening. (Why terrifying? Because vulnerability is not for the weak of heart, people!)
Here’s the other thing to know about Brown: she’s a great storyteller. So even though, yes, she’s an academic researcher, she puts the soul back into the data.
There are so many good ideas packed into this book, it’s hard to isolate them. But here’s what I carried away:
Vulnerability shows strength, not weakness.
If we numb the pain, we also numb the joy.
And my friends, that’s all I’m gonna say. This book has life-changing capacities. ’nuff said.
No Need for Speed: A Beginner’s Guide to the Joy of Running by John Bingham

Reader becomes runner.
How’s such a thing even happen?
Well, I’ll tell ya.
Back in college and grad school, I ran 2 to 3 miles and didn’t think much of it. Then I basically became a slacker and did the walking thing for years. (Fast. I walk fast. But still: walking.)
Then one day (not the good kind of day), out of nowhere: running. I was out on a walk, and I just burst out into a run. And I started running little short distances, but I was running, guys.
And then a friend recommended this book. And since I’m readerly (way more readerly than runnerly—at least in normal times), I checked out the book from the library and started in.
I expected a training plan, but this book is more than that. In fact, this book isn’t really a training plan at all; it’s an inspiration instead, and that’s actually more important.
I mean, listen to this:
“Understanding that I could find joy in the activity itself, rather than in my level of proficiency, liberated me. Imagine the number of physical activities you might engage in if you didn’t care how good you were. Imagine the other goals you might pursue if you didn’t have to wait until you were ‘good at it’ to begin to enjoy the pursuit.” (p. 155)
I say Yes to that.
The main thing that surprised me (in a positive way) about the book is that much of it is the story of the author’s own rather unexpected road to running, which started in his early 40s when he was an overweight smoker.
So already, if you aren’t overweight and/or a smoker, you’re thinking: If he can do this, I can do this… (And if you are overweight and/or a smoker, you’re also thinking: If he can do this, I can do this…)
This book: It is a friendly book. It is encouraging and kind, and if you’re in the mood for it, it will help your life become a better thing.
So it wasn’t long before I was back to my 3-mile mark, and then—out of nowhere—I was at 5 miles—then 7 and gaining speed—and dang, I was feeling good.