I’ve been a little busy lately. As I’ve mentioned, I recently moved, and that involved a whole lot of showing the house, which involved a lot of housework so I would look like I’m a better housekeeper than I really am. It also involved a great deal of packing, and then the move itself, and then a great deal of unpacking. Because of the fact that I’m not a very good housekeeper, the unpacking probably took longer than it should have, and I haven’t decided for sure if that cupboard is really where I want to keep the plates or if they should go in the other cupboard. Add on to this the fact that I homeschool, and the fact that I own my own business which involves running booths at various boutiques and three of the largest gatherings of that sort in the state of Utah are being held this month, and you’ll see why I’ve been a little busy.
The point to this long, drawn out ramble is this: I haven’t been able to read as much this month as I would like to. I’ve got stacks of books sitting next to the computer (wave, books – the good folks online can see you) just waiting for me. Some of them I have already read and can review from memory, but some are patiently twiddling their fingers, waiting for my life to slow down. But that right there is the irony – I need life to wind down so I can read, but if I would just read, my life would wind down.
Hence, the #1 reason I love to read. Sure, it makes me smart. Sure, it increases my word power. Sure, it makes my own novels more interesting. But the main reason – it relaxes me. Reading is like the delicious chocolate truffle that you give yourself at the end of a long day, after the kids are in bed and the house is quiet, and you want to reward yourself for being so good for the last twenty hours. Reading is a treat.
You know, my doctor told me I don’t take care of myself like I ought to, and I tend to agree. I’m going to get off the computer now and go read a book. I deserve it.
Related Blogs:
Literacy and its Purpose in the LDS Family