I Have the Power

I haven't finished reading “The Power of Now.” I want to, and someday I will. The book was a birthday gift from my daughter in 2011 – right after I lost my job. She wrote inside –

“Dear Mom,

With the dust jacket missing, this book looks kind of cool and classic, not trendy and hippie like some people think. Anyway, it’s kind of silly but sort of nice. I love you and happy birthday! You have the power.

Love, Anna”

I can’t help but think there is something in this book that I need to read. I have read the beginning chapter at least three times. I have thumbed through and read random passages, and I have started to read the last chapter. I have found it useful, as I lay in bed trying to turn off my own self-chatter. It has made me more aware of the fact that I never let my mind rest. It’s no wonder I can’t sleep and wake up exhausted every day. There is a reason that Anna gave the book to me. I haven’t asked her what it is, and I’m not even sure she knows. I am just sure that things happen for a reason – I will read this book.

I think the cover, without the dust jacket, is beautiful. It is patina in color, which is almost enough for me to just appreciate it as a decoration in my home.  I usually refer to the color as “bird egg blue” – which is my favorite. So, now it’s out there, I didn’t read the book. I suppose this qualifies for the ‘failure wall.’ I am going to call the book “The Power of Someday,” and let it give me hope.