I’ve been wanting to do a post about some of my favorite books for a while, but have always felt like I had other more pressing things to write about. Well, no more of that. I’m finally taking the time to share some of the books that changed my life in the last year.
The books I list below are all various types of nonfiction, ranging from self-help to rape culture. Each one is incredibly different, but all influenced me in very meaningful ways. The reviews include quick synopsis’s about the books, but I’m also sharing how the books impacted me on this current self-love and “own my own shit” journey.
These books motivated me to change for the better, and the impacts they had on me? That’s what I remember more than the actual books themselves.
One of the things that I like about traveling alone is the ample time for self-reflection. With that much alone time, self-realizations come in waves, and my recent trip to Italy made me re-think a few things about myself in relation to extroversion, introversion, and loneliness.
I’ve always found the idea of having a “love wish list” kind of ineffective, silly and a little shallow.
My perception of a love list included people crafting ridiculous lists of deal breakers or deal makers for their future, potential partners to be evaluated on in order to even be considered for a first date.
I’m weirdly vague with my resolutions this year.
I usually have specific goals, like do a Whole 30 (or 60), run a marathon, lose 27.8 pounds before my birthday, and read 52 books. This year feels different though, as I continue on my journey to treat myself with “loving kindness.”
I want to make goals, but at the same time I don’t want to make goals that don’t address the real changes I need to make.