“You simply will not be the same person two months from now after consciously giving thanks each day for the abundance that exists in your life. And you will have set in motion an ancient spiritual law: the more you have and are grateful for, the more will be given you.” ― Sarah Ban Breathnach, Simple Abundance: A Daybook of Comfort and Joy
Sarah Ban Breathnach has written several books but her bestseller that started it all is perhaps her most well-known… and the best. It’s called Simple Abundance: A Daybook of Comfort and Joy. The short, dated entries always include a quote to begin and make it read like a devotional.
It’s a pretty book… nicely written… but… yeah, I have a confession. It’s … uh… how do I say this? … the kind of book that looked good on the shelf and seemed like something I should like to read. So, I bought it. Then it sat on the shelf for three years.
When I finally picked it up, I read a few of the quotes and essays and went, “Meh.” But I did give it the old-school try. It lasted a grand total of about two weeks, with days missed in-between. So, that was my experience with this book.
In going back over it to prepare for my post today, I feel I wasn’t fair and my perception wasn’t exactly true, either. It’s actually a very lovely, upbeat book with some excellent insights.
So, I’m sorry.
Who am I apologizing to?
The book, I think. Or maybe you. ‘Cuz, maybe you liked it! Maybe you’d like to read it, if you haven’t. Lots of women LOVED it! And I don’t DISlike it… it’s just… oh, I don’t know… simplistic.
Oh boy, I just realized the book’s title says it’s gonna be simple. Not feeling like the brightest bulb in the pack right now.
Let me give you an example of what I mean:
On April 29 the quote is: “Taking joy in life is a woman’s best cosmetic.” – Rosalind Russell
Even as I typed it, I kinda rolled my eyes a little. Did you?
Although, I’ll share that March 29 gives us Gilda Radner saying: “I base my fashion taste on what doesn’t itch.” Which, yeah, me too! Ha! I’m totally on board with that one.
So, I’m sitting here trying to think of what to say. Because… it’s not a bad book.
I guess… I want to say that some people really like certain types of fiction that others do NOT… like the kind with Fabio on the front or written by Nicholas Sparks. You know? And maybe this book is the equivalent of a romance for self-helpers. Like, you expect a prince – or a cowboy – to ride his sleek steed across the land to sweep you off your feet. Or, maybe the book is found in a magic forest or something. Huh. Maybe I’m blowing smoke out my butt. Or just having a bad day. Except, I’m not!
Good grief! Could it simply be that I didn’t like it? Maybe. Is that allowed? You tell me.
*Originally written by me for this blog on August 2, 2018