Happy Birthday To Me: Bibliotheques, Bibliophiles, And Why I’m Better Than The Bible

It’s my birthday today. I’m 38.

I’ve decided that Nick is right. I’m the perfect age.

PackLibraryThe last year has been a year of personal upheaval.  I experienced a torrent of physical, cognitive, emotional, family and business changes, and I finally made it back to dry land. I’m soaking wet, but at least I didn’t drown.

I’ve spent the last 38 years wandering, but I’ve finally found a path. Moses and the Israelites spent 40 years wandering in the desert, so I figure I am ahead of the game. I don’t even need those two additional years. I’m good.

Perhaps I need a t-shirt to commemorate my journey:
Better Than Moses
I Got Your Promised Land Right Here
Parting The Red Sea Ain’t Nothin’ But A Chicken Wing

Don’t worry, my kids remind me that I’m not funny all of the time.

My new path involves a big change in how I utilize my time. I have spent the last several years on a mission of physical transformation. I’d always self-identified as an athlete, and then I lost that part of me. I worked my ass off to get it back, and I’m glad that I did.

Along the way, however, I neglected some other important parts of who I am.

I joke that the only thing I remember how to say after two years of high school French is the word “bibliotheque,” and the truth is that I have spent a lot of time in libraries and surrounded by bookshelves. For most of my life, I probably identified as much as a bibliophile as an athlete. The number of books that I owned numbered in the thousands. I have a master’s degree in teaching reading of all things.

I’m kind of a bookworm.

But, I’ve spent a lot more time focused on the physical side of myself in the last several years than on the mental side. The number of books I read plummeted from several a week to several a month to several a year. I realized how much I missed reading. It’s a good thing that Nick is such a nerd. We suit each other.  And, in the last year, we both left behind boxes and bookshelves of books. We lost thousands of books that we love; books that we miss.

HappyWineWe’ve started rebuilding our book collection together. I think it might eventually qualify as an uber-geek bibliotheque. We have quantum theory and topology and statistics and evolution and atheism and poetry and philosophy. We even have dumbbell bookends because that’s how we roll.

I feel like me again, but it’s a better me.

We were reading in bed yesterday, and my daughter came in and asked me if I was happy. I said, “Do I look happy?” She said, “Yes, you look very happy.” I don’t think the thesaurus has a word more appropriate than happy right now.

Happy birthday to me.

Author: Tamara Reynolds

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  1. I think you are so sweet and amazing Tamara! Happy Happy Birthday to you!

    And… I sooo hear you on the books!

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