My days have not gotten any longer, nor have I finally completed my time machine, but I have discovered a way to carve out a little time for myself each day.
The weather has been much nicer around these parts lately, which is to say it finally stopped raining, so I’ve forced myself to take advantage of the gorgeous weather once I get home from work.
After amazingly surviving the work day, I return to The House on the Hill and then settle into this basic routine:
Feed the cats.
Burn my work clothes and put on something comfortable.
Douse myself in holy water to kill the demons.
Go for a walk to get more steps on my tracker will digesting my dinner.
Sit out on the porch, Where I spend some quiet time writing and reading.
It might not sound like much, but simply knowing that my porch time is waiting is exactly what I need to get me through the day.
Reading has always been important to me, but it’s one of those luxuries that can fall off a schedule when something has to go to make room for a task that might not be so enjoyable.
Believe it or not, sometimes the best way to find peace and happiness is by releasing your inner bookworm.
Reading is more than just a way to distract my brain from the more stressful parts of life by sending it on a much needed adventure.
For me, reading is a way to get my creative juices flowing. When I’m reading a good book, it sparks something inside me that makes me want to write. I hope to take people like me on a ride, help them forget about work, and give them the adventure they’ve been craving.
So when you see me reading, you really need to go away. Not only would you be interrupting the magical mystery tour my brain is enjoying, but you’d also be thwarting my creative process, thereby depriving an untold number of other readers from one day devouring whatever piece of writing I’m meticulously plotting in my head.
I’ve still got a long way to go before my life is perfectly balanced, but I’m currently content with the little chunk of well deserved happiness I’ve carved out for myself at the end of every day.
Mine is on the front porch with my laptop, a good book, and a whole lot of nothing else.
Sometimes, the simplest things shine the brightest light on the path one should take in order to find true contentment.
Damn! Look at how philosophical I’ve gotten simply because I’ve given my brain a little love. Imagine what I could do if I freed my mind from its shackles and really let it roam free…
Why are you still here? Go away and let me read in peace!