boing!

Sitting outside this morning with tea, thoughts and blue sky, my mind wandered back to what I wrote here yesterday. Suddenly it hit me: what was wrong with my endless categorizing and trying to make sense of what books I ultimately keep to fit how I see myself now and in the future.

I heard myself saying, Who I want to be and that was the problem. Wanting is limited by what I know and I need to make room for possibility -- the unknown. So there's my motivation and impetus to continue: if I'm tightly defined by exactly what and how much is on my book shelves, there's no room for growth and change. Emptiness holds promise and possibility.