I’m weathering a bit of a storm in my life. Nothing terrible, there just seems to be a constant stream of bad news in my neck of the woods. When the emotional winds started to pick up and toss me around I did what I always do – I bought books. I tried not to (I swear!) but I had already requested as many as I could from the library and Netgalley. Still, there were some I wanted to read that the library didn’t own. I ask you, what am I supposed to do? Just not ever read that book? I had to buy them. Ahem.
Suddenly, I found myself sitting surrounded by piles of books. But, I didn’t read anything. For a solid week, I didn’t even look at books. That is not good. That is not me. I don’t like me when I’m not reading. Mind you, this wasn’t a slump so much as an, “oops I forgot to eat for a week” aberration in my behavior. Not reading was making me sadder and I hadn’t noticed.
Last night I confessed my week of non-reading to my best friend in the whole world. And saying it aloud made me realize I needed to read. And really, this is a non-problem. This is like complaining about having too many things in your refrigerator. I have books just waiting to keep me company and transport me away. I just needed to pick one and get going.
So, I started reading I Owe You One by Sophie Kinsella last night. And I felt almost instantly better. When I woke up (far too early this morning) there was my book on my bedside table ready to keep me company over a cup of coffee.
Books are friends. So, I am sorry to my book friends and to my bookish friends for falling into a hole last week. I see the way out now!
Tell me, please!
Have you ever experienced this before? What did you do to pull yourself out?