This blog is new and few people are reading it, so I feel a certain freedom to LET IT RIP and write whatever I want. I feel no pressure to do market research on the reading preferences of my ten blog subscribers.
Hey, you're talking about us!
True. I'm taking a risk with this line of thinking, but I believe that all ten of you are here because you're curious, extraordinary people. You're adventurers who embrace original ideas. You're special, in other words.
That's more like it. You were saying?
Right. I was just saying that because my readers are amazing, I'm free to offer up whatever pops into my mind.
Mind. MIND. MIND.
I was looking for a book that I bought many years ago. Didn't find it, but I was amused by a few other titles on my bookshelf:
On Becoming a Person by Carl Rogers
The Social Construction of Reality by Berger and Luckmann
How to Be an Existentialist by Gary Cox
Notice a theme? Stuck-inside-my-head type philosophy. Is there another kind? Maybe not.
Why do I own these books and WHY have they remained in my collection through at least a dozen pre-move book reduction exercises? Some extreme reduction attempts that slashed my collection by half or more? And why did the book I was hoping to find, The Intrinsic Exerciser by Jay Kimiecik, not make the cut?
I'm quite bothered by this because I cannot remember when I discarded this book or my state of mind, but worry that this could be an ominous sign for future attempts at increasing exercise. This book, which is about revving up your inner drive to exercise, is what I need right now.
Reality is socially constructed. Exercise is fun, I can't wait to exercise. Exercise is fun, I can't wait to exercise. Exercise is fun, I can't wait to exercise. Exercise is fun, I can't wait to exercise. Exercise is fun, I can't wait to exercise. Exercise is fun, I can't wait to exercise. Exercise is fun, I can't wait to exercise. Exercise is fun, I can't wait to exercise.
Get real, Lisa. Be authentic or go home. You're a slob
You must be open to learning to become and athletic person.
Hehehe...just having a little fun with philosophy.
Ironically, the fun I wanted to have involved exploring my deeply hidden intrinsic motivation for exercise such that I give it new life and priority. Not in an extrinsically designed carrot-and-stick way, of course, that would create bad motivational juju.
Well, that's it. Here I am, totally inside my head instead of outside doing burpees, whatever those are. It sounds dreadful and I suppose that's why my books are what they are.