One book at a time

In San Antonio, at age 22, between my time as a professional musician and my undergraduate studies, I worked in the music department at Barnes & Noble. My favorite part about working there were the people I worked with. I don’t remember any of their names but they were all actually pretty cool people, even the bosses. I also remember the discount I got on purchases and iced coffees. I drank one every day I worked, and I must have read a book a month while working there. I only worked there for six months though. I always liked being around the books, and I once commented on it by saying something to the effect of “look at all these books! How am I going to read all of them?” A coworker responded by saying “one book at a time.” This response has in some ways been a cornerstone of how I approach a particular problem.