I learned to stop trying. Let me explain.
When I read these days, I don’t worry so much about the process, about getting through as many books as possible.
I read to enjoy, to integrate new lessons into my life.
If I feel a book can help a certain situation I’m in, I pick it up and dive in.
For instance, I’m taking on more management responsibility at work. I’ve never managed so many people before, and it’s a bit overwhelming.
Old Me would have been horrified to re-read books. That’s a waste of time, for crying out loud!
But New Me knows something.
It’s not about trying to do it all. It’s not about trying so hard that you lose the meaning of what you’re doing in the first place.
It’s about enjoying the process.
For some people, that comes naturally.
For me, it didn’t.
Easing off the gas is not something that my brain is naturally designed to do.
It took practice–practice at not trying so hard.
In the western world, it’s deemed almost a fatal flaw to not try as hard as you can.
But in other cultures I’ve been around, there’s an art behind easing off the gas pedal.
These days, I’m reading less overall, but I’m retaining more.
A lot more.