I finished this book a week ago and just haven’t gotten around to reviewing it yet. Reviews are one of those things that I tend to push to the wayside when I am busy and I am busy. Working full time, managing a household, mothering, wifing, friending, daughtering. It is a lot and that is kind of the point of this book, which I came across after it was mentioned in another of my favorite books.
Lindbergh used a two week vacation on the beach to work out some of her thoughts on being a busy woman and finding balance. Her argument is that we all need a little space and solitude in order to continue giving. We give until our cup is empty and then we must fill it back up with some solitude.
It was a relief to hear someone else say that women need solitude. I found myself jealous of Lindbergh’s vacation, remembering a girls’ trip last year when I stayed in the cottage one night and read in the blissful quiet. I missed my quiet mornings in my office, journaling and meditating behind a closed door. Mostly, though, I realized how important it is for me to take time for myself. It’s kind of like how you get more done if you just slow down.
I’ve noticed that I am accumulating a little collection of women’s books that I’ve been underlining and really thinking about, a kind of special collection. This book will go there to be looked back at time after after.