An argument for Escapism.
Oo dear! I'm in a weird place.
How? I find myself arguing AGAINST learning being the exclusive domain of non-fiction and books of an apparently intellectual bent.
Here I am, in February, the month where we all prepare for next month's A Love Affair With Books, and I'm not reading anything that's theoretically intended to teach me things.
Oh the irony! It seems SO incongruous that I, the voracious consumer of books, the person who's always got a book to recommend to her clients, and has a pile of half-read books by her bed, is without book learning for the month!
I feel like the poor duped Emperor in his New Clothes in the old children's fairy story. I'm embarrassed and awkward. Shy of opening my mouth, and wondering why people are looking at me, bug-eyed with puzzlement!
Here I am on JJL, in the place for learning - especially the absorption of knowledge from books, arguing that we sometimes need to avoid book learning to learn our most important lessons!
It's hard to imagine myself somehow on the same side as Kevin Eikenberry's derisive local farmers of his childhood.
But like it or lump it, THAT has been my learning over the last two months.
You see, yet again I wore out late last year. The pattern repeated itself for about the fourth year in a row and STILL I haven't GOT the lesson well enough to take effective defensive/evasive action. So I took some time off!
Poor Rosa, our gentle shepherd here at JJL, began to wonder if I'd dropped off the face of the earth.
But all I'd done was stopped reading to learn. That included emails, blogs, newsletters and especially books that focused on personal and professional self-development. I wanted to STOP learning and soaking in endless information, however much it might improve me, and instead heal me by shedding as many expectations of myself as I could.
I've been trying to trust my INTUITION
I've been trying to BREAK THE HABIT of working till destructive oblivion, when faced with stress, profit/loss statements, or the phone going quiet!
I've been learning to TRUST that I will somehow KNOW when I am ready to pick up another little part of my life and slip on a newer more effective style of achieving what I need.
But that's not say that I haven't been reading...
In fact I've been using fiction to escape. I've worn a track to my local library and "hoovered" up books like the vacuum cleaner sucks up dust! I've returned to my old childhood summer activity of lying inside a dimmed house, to keep the Aussie summer heat at bay, and immersing myself in another world.
But it's strange how the lessons happen anyway.
For a change from my crime fiction I picked up a recommended memoir by Australian journalist and publisher Susan Duncan. It was relaxing tucking into a different taste, some easy-reading, and quite novel-like piece of non-fiction. But, in Salvation Creek, I came up slap-bang against new knowledge. I felt equally assaulted and relieved by words that summed up my current lethargy.
"... the part of my nervous system that thrived on adrenaline has worn out..."
"... I fear being called on to give more than I'm capable of ..."
At the time, it felt like the sky thundered and the world shuddered as I read and re-read, and wrote and re-read those words.
What now?
When I read them out to Karen Wallace, she chuckled at my naivety. Karen would have used different words but for her it was patently obvious that was what was happening to me! The question "Didn't you know?" hung on the phone line between us!
Well no! I'd never thought of it that way but it sure as hell explained why I felt the need to heal and nurture myself, and may continue to do so for a while yet.
When you've spent most hours of every day of your life running like a bull at a gate, and banging your head a lot, it takes more than a couple of months of slow activity to undo those old habits.
So despite avoiding all book-learning opportunities like the plague, the learning (like life) got under my guard. Thank heavens it did!
Where to from here? For once I'll plan that when the time is right. And that isn't yet!
Based on the fact that I reckon there's stuff to be learned everywhere, I guess I'm called to ask some questions of all JJL readers.
- Why does fiction get put aside by many as a waste of good reading time?
- Has anyone else learned "stuff" from avoiding the intellectual books and immersing for a time in the reverie of escapism?
While knowing I'm not alone won't stop me from continuing my slow healing journey, it'd sure as hell help me feel less weird!
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Chris Owen of Pink Apple
is an Aussie-based Relationship Specialist and blogger who shares the
Secrets to Successful Relating. Her humourous style brings many
readers to her blogs Take A Bite and Apple Tart.
Together with Karen Wallace she has also co-authored Save Our Xmas Sanity a pre-Christmas Must-Have for all frazzled women!
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