So the girl who's apartment I'm subletting left a few books here, and I've been slowly reading a bunch of them. I've finished all the novels that look interesting (and are in English), so yesterday I picked up The 7 Habits of Highly Effective People (no laughing). I'm pretty sure my mom bought me this book when I was 12 - although it was called The 7 Habits of Highly Effective Teenagers or something. Anyway, it was strange reading the first few chapters, because it almost felt like I wrote that book. It's mirroring all of my own recent personal revelations about choice and about choosing how life events affect you, being happy in the now not if and when certain things happen, and being proactive. Anyway, this is all sounding very cheesy, but I was just surprised by the similarity.

One of the things that particularly struck me yesterday while reading this book, was a small paragraph on love and how people say they "fall out of love" with their spouse. Love, for a lot of people, is a feeling. But it's really an action, and that feeling of love we get is a direct result of love the action. Love is a value that is actualized through loving actions - sacrifices, giving of self, touch, listening, quality time, etc. Therefore, love, the feeling, can be recaptured, all it requires is effort and action. Just like everything in life, really.

ANYWAY. Interesting. Maybe this is my mind telling me I need to go back to school and study some more Psychology. Masters, anyone?? Or, marriage counselor??? Hah.

And onto some more normal blog post stuff: this week was St Jean-Baptiste day, which I didn't exactly celebrate. It was a super hot day so I ended up trekking to the West Island (which took 2.5 hours with metro + 2 busses) and spending the entire afternoon by Nick's pool. I also saw Transformers 2 (lame), ate Lebanese food for the first time (yum), went to the casino and bet on the horsies (lost), learned French, went to some bars, and oh yeah, worked a little. Hehe. In one week Laurel comes to visit me!!! And tomorrow I start Photography classes.

And now it's time to make some dinner.

Labels: montreal, summer, thoughts

posted by Maresa @ 6:12 PM