Self Talk. I knew it would a good day today because I slept late and woke up with an attitude! I don’t remember the last time that I did that. I’m not sure if I’ve ever done it. Typically, if I wake up at 8:30, my internal taskmaster screams at me with his loud voice, “YOU’RE BEHIND!” But today, I’m talking back. “Behind WHAT?” “Behind WHO?” Generally, if I wake up with that much of an attitude, it’s going to be a great day.
Today, what gives this self-talk credibility is that I am in a good place for being ready for next week. Grading for the week is finished and posted. Lesson plans still needed to be done and copies of quizzes and handouts still need to be made, and the “play chart” still needs to be made, but that only takes about 2-2.5 hours. Domestic chores need to be done too, but again, the amount of work is far from overwhelming.
Daily Run. I ran three miles today, continuing to listen to A Year of Reading Dangerously. It’s still a compelling listen. I love books about books, but it will truly do its job if it spurs me on to devote greater time and effort to reading. However, heading south down the beach into the cold, driving rain, it may have been more enjoyable to listen to the cornucopia of sound provided by nature in the crashing of the waves against the shore, the swish-swish of my feet upon the sand, and the driving wind and pelting rain I headed out into. Close call. Maybe tomorrow I’ll opt for immersing myself in the echoes my surroundings instead of an audiobook.
Plato’s Republic. The detailed reread of Plato’s Republic plus taking notes and outlining it is taking its toll on other books that I want to get to. However, it’s well worth it as I’m getting much more out this read (I think it’s my eighth) than any previous reading. Halfway through it and still going strong!
Paradise Lost. I still need to make it through Paradise Lost with some degree of comprehension of the plot, structure, characters, allusions, and an informed opinion about what Milton is trying to do in this epic, which is no mean feat. Right now, I’m having to trust our Puritan forebear with this. I’m finding it the literary equivalent of finding a 32 oz. chateaubriand on my plate and being expected to at least make a dent in it to show gratitude to my host. It’s about the richest work I’ve ever read outside of the Scriptures. I feel like I’m missing so much every time I pick it up. Maybe I need to think about what I’m taking away rather than what I’m missing.
What kind of self-talk do you give to yourself so that you can get through the day with “attitude”? What are your strategies for getting through difficult tomes like Paradise Lost?