Some of my loyal readers recall my post a few months back that documented the emasculating purchase of a minivan. The van-buying experience was miserable because, well, I was buying a van… but most importantly because the dealership was a nightmare to work with.
Sure, it wasn’t pleasant to be told that your tie looked ugly or that Americans are uneducated, fat, and lazy, but at least you knew what that person was thinking. I don’t remember backbiting or gossiping about someone behind their back because they’d say it straight to your face. If someone had a problem with you, they’d tell you, and you could tell them how you felt as well.
Want to know the ending to every real-life story?
I need to warn you though, and this serves as the most epic spoiler alert ever imaginable, so stop now if you want to hold onto any hope you may still have.
You’re still reading?!
Okay, I warned you.
I had a goal of finishing 2 books a week, 104 for the year. We finished 116. Here’s the list.
I witnessed something amazing today, and I’ll do my best to describe what happened in hopes that you find it equally amazing. The lengths that we humans go to in order to save face are incredible and fascinating.
No one tells my mom what to do or what to think. No one.
I posted recently about my goal to finish 2 books per week throughout 2020. We haven’t completed the year yet, but I’m just ahead of schedule.
A kind reader commented asking how I go about finishing 2 books per week and I thought I’d share my strategy.
Looking for the next book to read?
I got you covered.
I just finished reading Alexander Hamilton by Ron Chernow. This is the catalyst that inspired Lin Manuel Miranda to create the Broadway hit, Hamilton.
This book is absolutely fascinating.
They told me to work tirelessly, and forego all the play.
But then others told me that I must “seize the day.”
“Family can wait, more money should come first.”
Still others told me, “no, you’ve got those two reversed.”