Screw it Let’s Do it.

Deciding to overcome the heavy, miserable weather, and just get on with it! So I went for a run….

Today’s just been ‘one of those days’. Dark, grey, ominous clouds outside. Constant, fine drizzle and pedestrians sauntering miserably through crestfallen streets.

You know what I mean. Those days that make you want to sit and wallow in your own self-pity, huddled in a duvet longing for some rays of light to penetrate the sky. Any rays. Please. PLEASE! Even if it’s just one or two…

Problem is, you see, I live in Southport. 70% of the bloody time it’s ‘one of those days’. But today I snapped. I’d had enough. So I took matters into my own hands.

What did I do? That’s right. I turned to my bookshelf, as you do. And just before I gave up my search for something interesting to read to return to my wallowing, an old book by Richard Branson caught my eye.

I didn’t pull it down to read. I just spied the title; Screw it, Let’s do it!’.

Two down in Ten days

I have this thing- this ambition- to read the classics. Those oft-quoted books that have turned a literary corner, set a new benchmark, or stand out as the origination or last remnants of some form of enlightenment. As a 22 year old, in all honesty, I’m not doing too well.

Under my belt I’ve, up to now, turned the last page of: 1984, Animal Farm, Pride and Prejudice, Macbeth, Romeo and Juliet, Lord of the Flies, Beyond Good and Evil, Utopia, On Liberty, and a couple more that hide from memory. A pretty short list, I know.

But low and behold, since a few days before Christmas, I’ve managed to finish two classics on my list. Dickens’ ‘A Christmas Carol’, and Nietzsche’s ‘Why I am so wise’.