This holiday break, Odun is reading a book by Ross Gay called The Book of Delights. In it, starting on his birthday, the author writes daily about something that delights him. Some entries are longer with some backstory about his life, while others are short straightforward descriptions of a delight.
I skim through some of the entries in the book and I’m thinking about the structure as I consider how difficult I find starting to post here.
I’ve read as much as I can about procrastination; the 25 minute Pomodoro method, the ‘1-2-3 just do it’ method, making lists, etc.
I try all of them, sometimes multiple methods at the same time. None of them work, but I stick with the search, because that is one thing I don’t procrastinate about: studying how to beat procrastination.
Later, while waiting for the bus to fill up, a man is giving out copies of a book that he wrote. The book is called Reflections on Visions.
At the back of the book is his photo, wearing a suit staring straight into the camera, and a dedication to his parents for his education and then this line:
“And to my wife and uncoming children namely: Immanuel, Salvation, Grace, and Unction.”
He is handing out the book to the occupants of the bus for free. Pay him whatever you want, he says. Most passengers give nothing but some people pass him money hidden in their palms in that covert way you give bribes.
I refuse a copy, shaking my head pretending to be busy with my phone. But when the bus starts to move leaving him behind, I am assailed with questions.
How are the children “uncoming”?
Is his wife currently pregnant? With quadruplets?
Is she not even pregnant at all and he’s receiving all this in faith?
All day, my mind gnaws at it and I add a few more theories to the list.
Maybe they are not actual children at all.
Maybe he has gotten visions of uncoming grace, salvation, and unction for himself and his wife.
At night, after I find my mind returning to it again, I reluctantly admit that he’s stumbled upon the most effective way to market the book.