This week I’m switching things up and having my friend and fellow self-help junkie, Jessica I. Lutz, share 5 books that have totally transformed her life.
I’m not going to lie, I was ridiculously excited to see what Jessica would share because she is an avid reader who happens to be interested in a lot of the same topics that I am. Believe me when I say her Instagram Feed (and Stories) is a treasure trove of resources and titles to add to your reading list.
So here you have it, folks, 5 books that changed Jessica’s life for the better and why.
Ever since I came back from our annual trip to Arizona at the beginning of the year, I’ve been filling up my library queue with interesting books. Some I’ve loved, some I’ve liked, and some have been a bit disappointing (I’m looking at you, The Little Book of Atheist Spirituality*).
And in typical Emily fashion, all of the books I’ve chosen books have fallen into the self-help or personal development category. Some have even crossed over into the Spiritual category.
Five have stood out for one reason or another. Mostly, though, because I legit couldn’t put them down. Some I read in a day, others I devoured over the course of the week, and all have left a lasting impression on me.
Which is why I feel compelled to pull them together in a list.
Reading has always been one of my favorite past times. Okay, I take that back. It’s been a favorite past time since I haven’t been forced to read things for school. But even then, I have fond memories of reading books that were on our summer reading list. Books like The Things They Carried* and Siddhartha*.
When I lived London, I had a 45-minute commute to and from work to contend with, so reading became a way to transport myself to a more enjoyable place. I devoured everything Jane Green and Jennifer Weiner wrote, opting for easy reads to occupy my time.
When I had my daughter, reading became a little too difficult; the sleep deprivation and super early mornings made it hard for my brain to focus or retain information. So it fell by the wayside.
As my daughter got older and her sleep become more predictable, reading began to creep back into my life. First, as a thought — I wish I had the time to read and I really miss reading — then to a sporadic event, and finally to a beautiful reality during my month-long sabbatical. I’m pretty sure my soul was smiling when I picked up a stack of books at the library that first week I took off.
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