Atomic Habits Audiobook Review Novels & Stories

Prue As the bell rings, I pop in my wireless earbud and hit play on the last podcast I was halfway through – some gem about how decision fatigue is basically ruining your life without you knowing. Fun stuff. I’m always listening to something – neuroscience, psychology, human behavior, tech, science, AI, philosophy, spirituality, how to live forever, why you’ll never be happy even if you do, yada yada. Basically, anything that makes me smarter and gives me the illusion I’m not wasting my life scrolling like a zombie. I know – I’m obsessed. But knowledge is my addiction and these podcasts are cra.ck. Enlightened cra.ck.

I recorded the first chapter of this audio book today... And will continue to record until I'm able to finish the book... Here's the link... https://anchor.fm/life-with-keitheen/episodes/The-Other-Alpha-e16hd55 You can also check me in spotify just search for Life with Keitheen I am currently on the process of moving house, so please bear with me if I do not upload chapters for now, but don't worry once I'm done moving out. I will upload all the episode I written on my note...

* She thought with a smile as she walked across the room. Because of her regular visit to his office during the first week of work, she felt familiar enough to walk around and not feel nervous. Her encounters with him also made her feel settled. "Even though he acts like someone who has bipolar disorder sometimes, he is still kind." She found herself saying out loud as she opened a book which she found interesting from his shelf. The title of the book was "Think And Grow Rich" by Napoleon Hill. She was so fascinated in the last page of the book and the thoughts swirling in her head that she wasn't aware of her surroundings anymore.

“But they were only here during special occasions and long holidays. They’re busy with their job.” He started walking and I copied him. I didn’t bring my phone and earbuds with me. The last time I listened to an audiobook while running with a companion was a disaster. Jay thought I was having an anxiety attack because of my facial reaction to the thriller book I was listening to. I don’t want Angelo to think of me like that. “Are your brother and sisters are also like you?” I hate asking the obvious. If there’s a habit I would like to erase, that would be it.

He told me about a book he was reading, slowly, a habit he'd never had time for during the years he'd spent building and then losing his company. He mentioned, almost as an afterthought, that he'd started walking most mornings, a habit picked up simply because the mornings had otherwise felt too long and too quiet after the collapse of everything he'd built his identity around. There was no strategy hidden in the telling, no pivot toward some larger point he was working his way up to. It was simply a man describing a life that had gotten smaller, and slower, and, he seemed almost surprised to admit, not entirely unhappy despite all of it.