I decided to take a break from school, but just for a month. I needed a little bit of time to reflect on myself, and work on some personal goals and what not. That, and work is taking me all over the place and I didn’t want to juggle school on top of that. My life is constant chaos, but to be honest I kind of like the never ending madness. It keeps me on my toes, and it makes me feel alive.
I promised myself that in the spare time that would arise from me not going to school that I would pick up some of the books that I’ve been meaning to read. I have been doing just that. My Kindle goes pretty much everywhere with me, and any chance that I am sitting still, it’s open.
At first I was hesitant about the Kindle because I love the feel of a book between my hands. I do enjoy it though, plus there is no more room on my bookshelf, and I can’t find a bigger one that I like. So, electronic it is. Plus it’s so compact that it just works.
The point of this post was to state that I found my love for reading again. Well, technically it was never gone. I just never had time to do it, and that time will come again. I’m not looking forward to that day, but for now, I will continue to read until it doesn’t have the same effect.
Does anybody else feel those effects? I’m talking about being drawn in to the point where nothing else matters. Finding a book so good that you lose track of time. Simply losing yourself between the lines. Then there are those books that have your imagination running wild.
I could probably talk about books all day, and I wish others could do the same.
Have a good one!