I’ve started asking myself this question a lot lately. It’s pretty new. Or, well, admitting to it is pretty new, anyway. I am one of those people who insists on reading a series of novels in order (Babysitters Club, I’m looking at you), who reads a magazine from cover-to-cover, even actually skimming the ads rather than just skipping them, who has an absurd tendency to cling to traditions because things feel wrong if I don’t. I think mostly people call that OCD. I’m not sure it’s so intense as to count as disordered in my case, but whatever. You get the idea – I don’t flow.
Except recently I’ve come to see the value of flow. Of skipping to the thing I need, rather than doing things in the right order. Of not reading the chapters in the book that are completely irrelevant to my life. (Yes, with non-fiction, I sometimes read every word of everything, including the acknowledgments and stuff about things that have no bearing on my life.) Of looking at a blog that’s gotten my attention and saying, “You know, you’re not the thing I need to read right now. I’ll comeback to you later.” And of listening to my intuition when it says things like, “People keep talking about Danielle LaPorte. I should probably check her out. Maybe she’s what I need right now.” (She is.)
If you are a person who successfully asks yourself this question often, you rock. If you’re a person who doesn’t do that, you rock too, but why not give it a try?
