Learned

During my week of silence, I threw myself into books. And music. And lyrics. And quotes. And anything but blogs. (Yes, that includes yours. Apologies.) I needed to step away from the internet world and drown myself in physically written word.

It’s inspiring, you know.

Books. With paper pages. And songs. With words that make you feel something other than empty. Thoughts that aren’t my own. Unrealistic thoughts. Fictional thoughts. Far-fetched, fabulous and lovely thoughts. And the quotes, of course, by people with experiences far different from my own but still so relevant, so timely.

And I feel inspired. Not even necessarily to write.

I need to read right now. And no, still not your blogs. Books. With paper pages. Oh, how I love the way that books smell. It’s a glorious, beautiful scent. I need to throw myself into fictional experiences. And the experiences of others. (Though, I think I’m done with parenting books for a bit. Whew. What a rough two months on that front! God bless Pantley and her books!)

I get away from reading every now and then as life throws curve balls and I swing at the high ones. And miss. But it’s good to be back. Perhaps I don’t quite need to be reading the particular book that I’m reading right now (Girl, Interrupted) as it’s slightly triggering but, then again, maybe it’s what I need right now. Who knows.

Someday. Someday someone will read my book. But for now,  I read, read, read.