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After almost three months of allowing my beloved family book collection to rot in boxes, I finally did something about it around 11 p.m. on Thursday night.
Usually, unpacking is horribly tedious and deeply unsatisfying, to the point where I consider myself emotionally allergic to the task. But as I opened up each box and sorted through every book alone in my basement, I felt warm and surrounded by love.
I did not create this eclectic library. Instead, it was built over the past 60 years by my mother, who was an avid reader herself, as well as an avid collector of our family's keepsakes.
It includes antique editions of Shakespeare's works, all of Dave Barry's humorous essays, old maps and world atlases, the best novels the 1970s and 1980s had to offer, writing style guides, flower arranging manuals, dog-eared cookbooks, thick volumes on etiquette, massive coffee table books on Picasso and John Singer Sargent, and much, much more.
But the strangest thing happened as I was putting away a book called Color and Human Response by Faber Birren from 1984... a small card fell out of it and onto the floor:
I immediately laughed — you couldn't go anywhere in the 1950s and 1960s, apparently, without someone trying to offer you a jello mold of some sort.
And then I thought back to all of the wonderfully raucous Italian family dinners at my great aunt Persia Dolores' apartment at the Watergate in Washington, D.C., where she lived for almost 50 years. And how, without fail, she always gave me the gift of either a hairbrush, a rosary, or a small vial of holy water whenever I went to visit her as a child.
I know I was a bit preachy earlier this week about how important it is to be able to change and take action, without being too wedded to the past.
But as I stood there by myself on Thursday night looking down at that card in my hands, I was reminded how important it is to also slow down and reflect on the past — to question where we came from in order to understand where we are now, as well as where we're going to go.
Like many of you, I often fall into the trap of looking to "smarter" people to tell me what's going on. Or I'll think that a new piece of technology or software (like HubSpot) is the silver bullet that will finally solve all my problems.
"I'm just too busy to do this all on my own," I'll tell myself. That's not how life works, though. You need to do your own research, form your own opinions, and solve your own problems. That's the only way you can really move forward.
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