Let’s get accountable, acc-oun-ta-ble! Sing with me, now! Like any addiction, quitting cold turkey is difficult, and not always sustainable. I’ve tried it, made progress, and then cancelled that hard-fought-for progress. Over the years, I’ve purged old books – quite a few, actually – and yet, I’ve purchased more. More and more. As if I needed any more books. Puh-leeze.
Now I’m back where I started. But that’s okay. This is my confession. Thankfully, my budget bookshelves haven’t crumpled beneath the weight of my collection yet, so I still have time to save those laminated slabs of MDF from certain death.
Back in October, I made a concentrated effort to put all books for donation in a paper bag near my dresser. Every time I finished a novel, I tossed it in that bag. In the fall of 2016, I managed to purge at least two full loads at my local bookstore and library. For nearly three years, I’ve been tracking my progress (and backsliding) on an excel spreadsheet. Each title of my library is accounted for on my spreadsheet. And so I’m sharing this with you to keep me honest. Feel free to download my library-of-titles, nor not. (This is for posterity and my tracking pleasure, so it’s a very basic document.)
After all, this is resolution season. Although I’ve never been big on resolutions, per say, I like to aim for something. My goal for 2017 is to, above all else, get my sh*t together, as they say. Get organized. Streamlined. Keep ahead of my laundry, get rid of clutter I don’t want, use up what I’ve purchased, make sure I’ve brushed my dog’s teeth every damn day, get my ass to the gym and/or yoga studio, and generally feel less frazzled and overwhelmed by life. And part of that picture includes my monumental hoard of unread books. Okay, so maybe I’m exaggerating. It’s not monumental. I only have two bookshelves. There’s only so much I can fit on two meager bookshelves. But still, it feels like a lot to me. Daunting, you know?
So anyway, long story short, this is my plan: purge, baby, purge! Not to mention, hold myself accountable for my lapses in judgement and book buying, which I’m proud to say hasn’t happened for at least three months. Pat on back. Wallet in pocket. Forgiveness for past failures. Moving on.