I read Norwegian by Night for book club. It was a relatively quick read and an unusual book. I haven’t read that many books that take place in Norway and even though there wasn’t a lot about Norway in the book, it was still interesting to have some.
There are so many layers to this book. It’s about friendship, marriage, war, family and more. It’s not a book I would have ever picked up on my own. I don’t regret having read it but I also wouldn’t just openly recommend it unless you think the story is appealing to you.
But I’m still glad I read it.
I read Unspoken because a friend recommended it and it sounded interesting. However, I read it almost a year ago and now that I am sitting down to write about it, I can’t remember much of anything. I feel like that’s significant right there. I remember it being okay enough to go through but not so great that I wanted to read the others. I think part of the problem is that I’ve spent a bunch of time reading a lot of Young Adult books and now that I have read enough, new ones don’t impress me as much as the old ones used to. So my bar is higher.
And while this wasn’t disappointing, it also didn’t really pass the bar enough to make me read the next books in the series.
I read Everything I Never Told You because amazon said it was the best book of 2014 and even though I kept resisting it, I finally just gave in and bought it.
Man, am I glad I did.
This was an excellent book. A tough tough one to read but really well written and such interesting thoughts about parenting, families, siblings, and more.
A really thought provoking read and I am really glad I stopped being stubborn and finally tackled it.
I read Big Little Lies after putting it off for a year. I knew it would be similar to The Husband’s Secret and it was. It would be an okay read but nothing to write home about.
When I was in Zurich last December, I felt too tired to focus so I decided it was a good time to read this book. And i finished it while I was there. It was a fast, gripping read as most of hers are.
But my life didn’t really change because I read it.
Alas I don’t really regret it either.
So this one is up to you.
Something about Doomed appealed to me the minute I saw it. I felt drawn to it. This happened a few times to me (like with Parallel) and it never disappoints. It didn’t this time either. I read it fast, liked it for a fun, fast book that i quickly forget about.
I don’t regret reading it one bit.
But there’s not much depth to this book.
Now that 31 More Things is over, I wasn’t sure what I wanted for October. I’ve been craving doing more art but I have way too much on my plate at the moment. I find myself overwhelmed a lot more than usual and I don’t feel like I can commit to anything regular.
So I decided to try something out. My goal is to try to do a small piece of art as many days in October as I can. I have a lot of scheduled meetings, driving David to different schools, and a trip to Zurich in October, so we’ll see if this works at all. But I figured even 4-5 pieces is better than the zero I’ll end up with if I don’t even try.
Here are a few I’ve done till now:
 (my version of this amazing art!!)
I have no idea why I read Leaving Time . I had sworn not to ever read another Jodi Picoult. I knew she has last minute twists. I knew I rarely like them.
And this wasn’t an exception. The twist bothered me less in this one. But it was also more of a meh twist. Been there, done that.
And all those chapters on elephants were not interesting. Not even a tiny bit. I felt like they might never end.
On the whole, it was mediocre. And completely skippable in my opinion.
These are from Ali’s 31 More Things class. More context here.
So here’s my day thirty-one – water.
(journaling below)
Journaling:
Water.
I’ve lived near water my whole life. I grew up in Istanbul, a peninsula. Spent the summers on an island, Burgaz. I then moved to Pittsburgh which has some mighty rivers. Then, to another island, Manhattan. Spent time on two more islands: England and Japan. Moved right by the ocean in beautiful San Diego. And, finally, I am now living in another peninsula, the Bay Area. Even though I’ve never had the luxury of having a home walking distance to water, I’ve always lived a short drive away.
There’s nothing that can give me the sense of peace that water can. My mom often mentions how she’s used to looking out to the sea and seeing land. In Turkey, when we look out to the sea, we will see other parts of the country or parts of Greece. We are surrounded by Seas but not huge ones. Whereas in the West Coast, what you see is the infinite blue of the ocean. She prefers being able to see bits of land in the distance. I like that, too. But I also like the infinite waters.
When I am in the presence of endless blue, it reminds me of the immensity of the universe. I get the same feeling when I am by those huge redwood trees. They are big and mighty. And I feel so small when I am in their presence. Not it a bad way. In a way that makes my problems seem small. In a way that helps me acknowledge the power of the universe and how I am just a part of everything. It gives me perspective. It makes me feel connected. It calms me.
One of my lifelong dreams is to live by water. To be able to walk out of my house and dip my toes in the water. To look out of my window and see the endless sea. I know that it is unlikely to happen. I’m practical. I know living near water means mold. It means constantly keeping up with things rotting. It means living in the middle of nowhere or being really, really wealthy. It’s not likely to be a reality but I am okay with that.
I am grateful to get to live so close to water. I am grateful to be near so much nature. I am grateful for the incredible weather in California that allows me to take walks by the water whenever I wish. I am grateful for the restorative power of water. For the peace it gives me.
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And that’s a wrap! 🙂
These are from Ali’s 31 More Things class. More context here.
So here’s my day thirty – ritual.
(journaling below)
Journaling:
I believe in rituals. Routines. Schedules. I believe in repetitive structures that make it easier for me to do the things I know I want to do. I believe in acknowledging sacred moments of joy. I believe in taking moments to reflect, replenish, and rest.
Because I value these parts of my life so deeply, I make it a practice to create rituals that encourage me to incorporate them into my days in a recurring fashion. Here are some of the rituals I’ve had this year:
– During the first month of school, I woke David up at 5:45 each morning, so he could study for his exam while I sat in my meetings. Each morning, I would walk into his room, snuggle in his bed and hug him to wake him up. We would then walk downstairs hand in hand and he would grab the computer to study his words while I sat to review my email. He has since taken his exam so we no longer do this.
– Every weekend morning, I get dressed and walk to Cafe Borrone for some alone-time. I listen to my audiobook on the way there. When I arrive, I get a non-fat, no-foam, double-shot latte and a warmed up croissant. I like to pour my coffee into a small, ceramic cup and drink a bit at a time. I eat 1/3 of my croissant and take the rest of it to go. While there, I journal, sketch, or just listen to my book. Then I slowly walk back home.
– Every week, for the last few years, we’ve taken a family photo of all four of us. This used to be done weekly, no matter what. This year, we’ve lapsed quite a bit but I am working on re-establishing the practice.
– Every year, I set myself up with weekly art projects that allow me to practice or learn art that I would like to undertake. Lately, this process falls apart during the summer and I have a hard time resetting myself for the rest of the year. But I still love the projects.
– Each night, i grab some tea, a ‘smores bar, and my book and lie in bed for an hour as I listen to my audiobook. I try to sleep somewhere between 8:30-9:30.
These are just a small sample of rituals I’ve created for myself. Maybe they are routines or traditions. Regardless of the wording, I cherish every single one of them.
I read The Book of Unknown Americans because it was on amazon’s lists again and again and I felt like it was staring me down. I put it off all year and then finally in December broke down and bought it.
And I am so glad I did.
This book is wonderful. As an immigrant, i rarely ever read about immigration and thought this story wouldn’t appeal to me. But it’s about so much more than that. It’s so beautifully told. So sweet and heart wrenching.
Really recommended.
These are from Ali’s 31 More Things class. More context here.
So here’s my day twenty-nine – break.
(journaling below)
Journaling:
As part of my job, I have to take a few yearly trips to Zurich. My whole team is there so these trips are my time to connect and get some work done face-to-face. Even though I dislike leaving my family behind, these trips end up being a break from my day to day life.
I often take the Sunday night flight out of SFO and come back on Friday afternoon. (Though, for this January, I booked a flight that leaves on Friday and returns on Thursday, so we’ll see how that configuration works.) So I am only in Zurich for about four days. I spend most of my hours at work.
But I also get a lot of jet lag. I find myself awake at 2am and I can’t go back to sleep. So during those early hours of the night, I lie in bed and read and read and read. At night, when everyone’s gone home, I go back to my hotel room where it’s quiet and I read some more. When I am finally ready to give up on sleep, I walk downstairs to this beautiful room filled with floor to ceiling bookcases and I eat my breakfast while I read my book. I get a lot of reading done each time I visit Zurich. And it always feels so peaceful.
In the past, I’ve brought things along with me, like books to journal in or watercolors and sketching notebooks. But I never touch them. (Though on the most recent trip, I ended up sketching and coloring my meal on the plane back home.) It seems reading is the one thing I like to do at 2am, 4am, 7am, 8pm and whenever else I am not sleeping or working. It’s something I can do with a lot of jet lag and it’s something that makes me feel rested and centered.
During this upcoming trip, I will get to be in Zurich for a Saturday afternoon and Sunday. Even though I will be jet lagged for most of it, I am hoping I might finally get to see a bit of the city. Do some actual sightseeing. It will be cold and possibly even snowing since it’s going to be the end of January but cold weather and snow don’t scare me. My bet is that they will make the city even more beautiful. And if it’s raining or just way too cold: well I always have my books. I never say no to an entire day of sitting by the fire and reading.
Even though I feel sad leaving my boys behind, I am also grateful for the small break that Zurich creates in my life. A few days dedicated solely to work. And nights to quiet reading.
These are from Ali’s 31 More Things class. More context here.
So here’s my day twenty-eight – happy.
(journaling below)
Journaling:
Things that make me happy right now:
– Listening to audiobooks while I walk around the neighborhood.
– Reading to Nathaniel in bed every night. I love the snuggling, too.
– Supporting David in his journey. Happy to be able to be there for him.
– Jake’s hugs. Always.
– My Desigual dresses. All the color they have.
– My evening routine with tea, chewy bars, and going to bed early.
– My journal. I love my weekly tracking, my journaling, the squared pages. All of it.
– Greek Yogurt, Strawberries, and Granola.
– Wonderful and comfy shoes my mom sent me from home.
– Good books that make me think and grow and learn more about myself and the world.
– Good friends who are both kind and interesting.
– Paint and art and watercolors even though I am not using any of them lately.
– Giving myself grace.
– Making the doctors’ appointments and follow ups that I need. Taking care of myself.
– New possibilities at work. They make me happy and scared at the same time.
– Old friends. The warmth of knowing that these are my people. That we share so much.
– My parents. How much they love and support me, no matter what. I am so lucky,
– My sister. Her smile, her kindness, her relentless support.
– My nephews. I love talking to them, listening to them, seeing them.
– Nature. Trees. Flowers. Birds. Squirrels. I love them all.
– My 7.5K steps in the morning, looping around Menlo Park and Palo Alto and ending with some Blue Bottle coffee.
– Coaching. I love my clients. I love listening to them.
– New friendships. New adventures. Stretching. Trying. Being Brave.
– My schedule. I feel like I might finally be finding my new groove. It’s not perfect but I feel like it’s improving.
– My hair. I love my hairdresser and how kind she is.
– California. The sunshine.
– My quiet time at Cafe Borrone on weekend mornings. Latte, croissant, and me. Lovely.
– My family. My boys. My husband. These people are my heart and soul. I love them so.
– My life. I have no idea how I ended up having the exact life I’d always dreamt of having but I look around and I feel a deep, deep sense of gratitude for my amazing life.
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