I was up at 5 am…. woke up and got up. That’s the way it works these days. But I could feel I was still tired. I messed around an my laptop until 6:15 am and went back to bed. Up at 8:10 am.
This morning as I am doing the routine of wiping down counters, picking up around the house, and thinking about my day; I reach for the latest book I am reading which is in the bed with my big plans to read last night and instead I fell asleep curled up with the book next to me like a teddy bear….
it hit me.
I really do enjoy reviewing books.
Before you all say “Duh, Sheila. We know.” ok, maybe not before you say that, but after you say that, it is really true and perhaps even more so than the average reviewer.
For me books form a young age have been an escape from the reality of this world. Not is a spooky way where I don’t belong of this thing called Earth and I am unaware of reality thinking I live in Narnia or better yet that I attend Hogwarts.
Most days, ok all days I wish there was such a thing as a time turner.
This crazy little world of Book Journey that started in June of 2009 has become such a great place for me to not only share books and audio, but also to share me. I can’t even say how possibly therapeutic that has been at times, especially as of late. I will celebrate my blogiversary which is usually June 9th probably in September. I like the sound of a 6 1/4 Blogiverary.
This year has been nothing as I had hoped for. I can easily say it is absolutely the worst time of my life. Yet… my son lived in a way that is inspiring to many. He Looked at each day as an opportunity to have the best time… and he did. He accepted everyone with no discrimination, he loved unconditionally, he had words – words words…. all over his walls on signs and on his frig. Words that are now in this house here as surreal as that is. I love that he loved words…. I love words.
Ok… I am rabbit trailing so I am off to mow the lawn, be in the sun… and try to live a little more each day…. always missing him.