A weekend with no set plans is like a blank sheet of paper: exciting, full of possibilities, and still empty if all you do is stare at it. This morning, however, rest is in order, so I’m floating in the vast void of nothingness, with a cup of coffee.
My mind has been such a jumble lately. The things I need to do and the things I want to get done keep stacking on top of each other, higher and higher, a Jenga tower that feels one nudge from going over.
I was told that I am “Cheap with money, wildly extravagant with time” and I intend to give this the consideration it deserves, at length, over several days, for free.
How I Learned to Read Again
It’s almost impossible for me now, as it has been for years, to just pick up a book and to fall into the kind of daydreaming state that coffee mugs and coasters are always proclaiming is the essential joy of reading.