You know sometimes how you learn a lesson once and think you're done? I've got to quit thinking that. For some reason, I need to learn my lessons 4, 5 or 6 times before they really sink in.
Take, for example, reading. I know I need to be reading. It's good for my head. I've stopped every once in awhile, either consciously or unconsciously (like when I was busy with school or other things), and it's never turned out well.
February has been a hard month. Nothing major, just a hard month. January was a hard month, what with the living at a hotel and worrying about my dad's health. Somewhere along the line, I stopped reading novels.
That's a bad idea for me. It makes the gerbils running the wheel in my head very unhappy.
I was reading other things. I read a few chapters of Gorgeously Green. I read Father Brown short-story mysteries. I read lots of articles in the Financial Times about how the world economy is unraveling (not sure if that helped me be informed or just fed the Spiral-of-Doom). I started several other books, off-and-on.
Despite the February book challenge, though, I had only finished one novel during the month of February until this week. (Don't worry, I'll donate to the American Heart Association more than that $5.)
It turns out that I had to admit again that I'm a happy-ending junkie. Plus, I need the escapism and exercise of the imagination that a fiction novel provides. (I may be stressed, but at least I'm not being chased by marauding pirates, right?)
So, I've learned my lesson again. I'm getting back into the swing of things. I'm finishing reading my third romance novel of the week today. Yes, they can be brain candy and I shouldn't read an exclusive "diet" of them, but they do provide that immediate happy-ending fix. So far, they're straightening out my head. Next week, it's back to The Secret Garden and other books that I'll preview, review and discuss here.
Lesson learned -- again.
Take, for example, reading. I know I need to be reading. It's good for my head. I've stopped every once in awhile, either consciously or unconsciously (like when I was busy with school or other things), and it's never turned out well.
February has been a hard month. Nothing major, just a hard month. January was a hard month, what with the living at a hotel and worrying about my dad's health. Somewhere along the line, I stopped reading novels.
That's a bad idea for me. It makes the gerbils running the wheel in my head very unhappy.
I was reading other things. I read a few chapters of Gorgeously Green. I read Father Brown short-story mysteries. I read lots of articles in the Financial Times about how the world economy is unraveling (not sure if that helped me be informed or just fed the Spiral-of-Doom). I started several other books, off-and-on.
Despite the February book challenge, though, I had only finished one novel during the month of February until this week. (Don't worry, I'll donate to the American Heart Association more than that $5.)
It turns out that I had to admit again that I'm a happy-ending junkie. Plus, I need the escapism and exercise of the imagination that a fiction novel provides. (I may be stressed, but at least I'm not being chased by marauding pirates, right?)
So, I've learned my lesson again. I'm getting back into the swing of things. I'm finishing reading my third romance novel of the week today. Yes, they can be brain candy and I shouldn't read an exclusive "diet" of them, but they do provide that immediate happy-ending fix. So far, they're straightening out my head. Next week, it's back to The Secret Garden and other books that I'll preview, review and discuss here.
Lesson learned -- again.


















