I am an addict. There are few things in my life that I enjoy that I haven't been addicted to at some point in time or another. This ranges from food to online games to MySpace to the Presidential campaign to coffee to cigarettes to television to laundry even and most everything in between. Very rarely am I ever addicted to anything that is good for me (exercising, meditation or housekeeping).
No matter the addiction, it means there is a lack of balance. I know this and work hard at keeping myself in balance. Sometimes are better than others.
With the writer's strike I have been spending more time on the computer. Last night I decided it was time to get lost in a book rather than being lost online.
Around 8pm I grabbed a book I took out from the library back in December (yes, I have renewed it) and decided it was time to start reading it. At 3am I finished and now I can't wait to get back to the library and grab another one.
There was nothing spectacular about this book but I love getting lost in someone else's world. Sometimes it is so I can look and see that my life isn't all that bad, other times it is to get lost in the fairytale that other seem to live.
Last night was about feeling better about my life.
Sophie is a 36 year-old widow. This book, Good Grief, is about her journey through the year following the loss of her husband. She wants to be a good widow but instead goes to work in her bathrobe, had anxiety attacks and breaks dishes in her back yard.
As I said, it wasn't spectacular but it certainly made me recognize how lucky I am to have my family. To be raising these children with their father. To have Kirby here.
I love to go to the library and find books that haven't, necessarily, been recommended to me, things that I haven't heard about on Oprah. I feel like I am discovering something that is unknown to the rest of the world.
Tomorrow will be a snow day...Tuesday I will make it to the library again and hope to make a new discovery.