I was scheduled from 9 PM to 6 AM. The library was being re-carpeted. My job that night was to be in the building and make sure that the carpet-layers didn’t spend all their time reading Jane Austen and Stephenie Meyer.
But I was lured away by a book, just like I am every time there are books around.
I sat at the desk and read while the carpeters tore up the floor and banged on things. The smell of industrial-strength glue filled the air. They turned on a radio and a few of them sang along.
The book I was reading prompted more ideas and more questions. I grabbed another book to verify what I was reading. When I took a break it was to go watch the moon come over the mountains.
The carpet guys finished at about two in the morning. I barely noticed them leave. When my relief came at 6, I had about 30 books on the desk around me and a few more on the floor. About half of them were open. I had filled up 75% of a notebook with doodles and questions, my own little piece of performance art that could be called “More curious than tired.”
The sun always comes up. The clock keeps on ticking. My hairline keeps receding and one day I’ll be dead. But from this day until that one, this is all the motivation I need to stay excited and happy:
Learning never has to end. We’re not finished yet.
PS: Speaking of learning, I’ve got a few spots left for the workshop Adam Glass and I are teaching in Salt Lake City on July 31! It’s going to wrap up with a massive BBQ and a strongman performance. Details here.
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