I was watching a soap opera the other day where a character named Natalie went to visit her friend Miles who she knew was in therapy. When Miles attempted to use a little armchair psychology to help Natalie with a personal problem she said: ďOh no youíre not one of those people who goes into therapy and then finds meaning in every little thing?Ē
Natalieís statement really hit home for me. Just that morning Iíd sent an email to a friend where I referenced a self-help article Iíd written. Then before sending the email, I cut out a portion of the letter and pasted it into another article Iíd been working on.
After, hitting ďsendĒ I reflected for a moment on how Iím **always** referencing either a self-help book Iíve read or an article Iíve written. With so many of both under my belt, Iíve got a lot of material to draw from. Not even a casual email to a friend is free from a report on something Iíve learned. I wonder if perhaps Iíve become annoying.
After two years of being a life coaching editor, Iíve found that I turn everything into a lesson. Itís how my mind works now. Iíll be walking down the street and thoughts come to me that sound remarkably like passages found in either a self-help book or a memoir. When I come home, if I can remember I write them down. My idea of a good time is laying on the bed with my journal and a stack of self help books by my side.
Reading and writing about self-help is my magnificent obsession, yet itís hardly my first. Gail Sheehy in her book Passages: Predictable Crisis of Adult Life says some people claim that they are so unique that their developmental stages canít be compared to their peers. While this may be true, Sheehy says we all have our patterns. My unique pattern is that I consistently have some theme, some organizing principle underpinning my life. I had a body building theme in college where I scheduled everything around trips to the gym. Right after college it was Black Studies. Then fiction writing. Now, to use a term I learned from bell hooks, I ďpray at the alterĒ of self-help.
In my chronically dissatisfied twenties, the question was when will enough be enough? As I approach forty, Iím wondering when does it get to be too much?
To answer this question I used the litmus test I learned from Dr. Phil. If you want to know if something is normal, ask yourself whether or not itís interfering with your life. And for my current magnificent obsession, the answer is no. I read and write about self help every day, but Iím fine with putting it aside when other things come up. I even make time for a pet soap opera or two. So itís not too much for me.
And in terms of annoying my friends, I know that no one is perfect. We all have our shortcomings, foibles and irritating habits. In fact according to satisfaction experts Laurie Ashner and Mitch Meyerson: ďperfectionism doesnít make one person lovable to another. Although we find it hard to believe, itís the run in our stocking, the chronic mismanagement of our checkbooks, the way we break out in hives when we have to speak in front of a group of peopleÖthat makes us vulnerable, and therefore lovable.Ē
So if I run off at the mouth or send an avalanche of emails about how I discovered something from Iyanla Vanzant or One Life to Live, Iím sure my true friends will forgive me.