I have been in a funk for quite some time now. I have tried going and doing things that should be fun, and I have enjoyed them but have returned to that “blue” mood when they are over. Today, as I clicked on the posts that I like in Facebook, I clicked on many of those spouting the benefits of reading. I love to read and I do it every night before going to sleep.
As I clicked those reading posts today, though, that little light bulb went off. These posts are not just about the benefits of reading, but also the “wonders” of reading that good book that one cannot put down. Guess what! I have been reading books from other sources – ok, but not the type I usually read. You know those books that leave you wanting more and grieving when they are over.
This morning I am heading to the library to “find” some of those books. My low ebb has been caused from not reading “my” kind of book. I truly need to escape into my kind of books to relieve my brain from some of the strife that all our lives have. I have always used reading as this type of escape. I read before bed to get my mind off the trials of the day and to relax before sleeping.
As I said, the books I have read are OK, but they do not do what I need them to do. They are like reading the newspaper or a magazine. They occupy my mind for that moment but then it’s gone. I need a book that lives on in my heart and mind long after I read it.
I am hoping today that the library will give up one of those books. If I find one of my favorite authors, I should be out of the blue tomorrow and into the pink.
As I clicked those reading posts today, though, that little light bulb went off. These posts are not just about the benefits of reading, but also the “wonders” of reading that good book that one cannot put down. Guess what! I have been reading books from other sources – ok, but not the type I usually read. You know those books that leave you wanting more and grieving when they are over.
This morning I am heading to the library to “find” some of those books. My low ebb has been caused from not reading “my” kind of book. I truly need to escape into my kind of books to relieve my brain from some of the strife that all our lives have. I have always used reading as this type of escape. I read before bed to get my mind off the trials of the day and to relax before sleeping.
As I said, the books I have read are OK, but they do not do what I need them to do. They are like reading the newspaper or a magazine. They occupy my mind for that moment but then it’s gone. I need a book that lives on in my heart and mind long after I read it.
I am hoping today that the library will give up one of those books. If I find one of my favorite authors, I should be out of the blue tomorrow and into the pink.
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