Project 52 ~ Week 45...My Life In {Book Titles}

Once again, I look at this theme and think it's so random and ridiculous that I don't feel at all random or ridiculous by responding with

"Are you being cereal?"

So often during these past 45 weeks, I've recreated something that I've already done just for the sake of this project.

Or tried to create something stupid for the sake of this project.

Or manipulated something that I love so that it fit in for the sake of this project.

Or pulled something out of my ass for the sake of this project.

Because what I really want to create is not workable for this project. 

And this week is no exception.

I've photographed books before.  I love reading them, but not necessarily photographing them.  It just doesn't inspire me.  I suppose I could have taken a more creative approach.  Staged a live image of a book title.

Taken a picture at Twilight.  Or of the Breaking Dawn. 

I could have stuck a fake bird into the decorative cage I keep on a shelf in my living room and told you that I know why it sings.

I could have even taken one of the million little sticky notes that my daughter has written messages on and stuck around our house, added it to one of the million empty wine bottles that I have laying around my kitchen and what would it have made?  Come on, you know....

Message in a Bottle.

Get it?  James Patterson?  Kevin Costner?  Sappy love story that takes about a minute and half to read but that I sobbed my eyes out watching because I think Kevin Costner is super sexy awesome?

The problem is, I don't have time for that.  I don't have the inspiration for that.

So, I was rolling this whole Book Title thing around in my head, and as I was climbing into bed the other night, I saw it.  The book sitting on the shelf above my head.

I Don't Know How She Does It and I thought, "You got that one right, sister."


And next to that?  Sleepless in America and I thought, "Totally."


And next to that?  The Help and I thought, "Yeah.  I definitely need some of that."


And next to that?  Lipstick Jungle and I thought, "Lions, tigers and bears are nothing.  Try the PTA."


And next to that?  Raising Your Spirited Child and I thought, "For the rest of my life....."

And as I read them over, I realized that my entire life was spelled out on that shelf in those titles.  Each one pointing to a different aspect of my daily existence that I'm trying to reconcile.

The irony is that I'm not actually reading any of those books.  I've only read one of them.  Well, one and half, really.  The photography one I keep going back to in reference.

And it kind of depressed me.  My book stack keeps growing and the time I dedicate to it keeps shrinking.  But, then, someone else who's in this project group with me said that the titles aren't being read because they're being lived.

That kind of made me feel better about things.

And about myself.

And this project.