One for the Books
2018 has been ummmm special. So much crazy a** sh*t has gone down - nationally, globally, and in my own little world. I have days when I want to write it all down and purge but then I don’t even know where to start. I’ve been having a lot conversations about passion, happiness, and dreams. Sometimes life - a day - can take so much out of us, that we lose the ability to dream. I mean, some people are naturally dreamers and optimists, it comes easy. That’s not really me. I’m an over anxious over thinking control freak with too many things to do in my day and not enough time. So I have to make space to dream. Often people will tell you that you can’t have it all. And it’s true - but not in a nagativr way. Like right now, for example. My Saturdays are really supposed to be devoted to house work, yard work, laundry, getting ahead on emails so I’m not overwhelmed the next week, prepping the kids for Monday. But it’s been a hard couple of months in my little world. So right now, I said f*ck it and went somewhere that made me happy.
Books have always made me happy. Stories. Words. They provide an escape or an explanation or just good old entertainment. So, since I have the evening off from the kids, I left the laundry behind and wandered myself to my favorite bookstore.
So yeah, today, I can’t have a perfect tidy house but this tiny moment of bliss was worth it.
By the way, in my bookstore adventures I picked up Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie’s newest collection of short stories! Can’t wait to dive in!