Reading has taken me to places I would never have expected. It has provided a comfort zone when stressed, ill, grieving, pleasure when feeling lazy on a rainy afternoon, and a sense of romance and adventure when both have been lacking. I’m rarely without a book, or Kindle, in my purse.
As a youngster, I had a favorite reading place in a little gully near my house. There was an old fallen tree and I’d press my back against it and read in the sun. Fortunately, my mother had followed me one day and discovered (without my knowing) my secret space, and knew where to send one of my siblings when she needed me.
This past month, I’ve been extremely busy with getting my house in order for selling. I no longer have the energy I had even five years ago, so everything takes me twice as long, even sitting and shredding documents, or scrubbing the tile grout. I set a list of projects and try to tackle one every other day. There has to be a day off between to heal my body parts that have been stressed: a shoulder from scrubbing, my butt from sitting on hard tile floors, my lower back from excessive bending while wrapping and packing.
The way I reward myself for completing each of these chores is to spend the day off with reading. Last week I read four novels on my Kindle. Two were by author Lynne Marshall: Father for Her Newborn Baby, and Hot-Shot Doc, Secret Dad. One was a longer novel, The Third Angel by Alice Hoffman. The fourth, Falling for Her by Sandra Owens. I adored each book for totally different reasons and would highly recommend all. This morning I downloaded A Royal Temptation by Charlene Sands. I’m looking forward to reading time.
Writing has been put on the back burner, but I’m not worried. Unfinished stories will be written when my life becomes more orderly. Plus my newest story, Bachelor Island is completed, and I’ve signed off on the galley copy. Before I know it there will be cover artwork, and a release date, and I’ll be swirling around pre-order promotion and marketing.
Today, I’m heading to B&N to browse, feel, smell, and admire all of those books. Hope I find something amazing. How do you reward yourself for undertaking the boring, but necessary tasks in life? Are you a reader, movie goer, exerciser, hiker, swimmer? Or do you pour a glass of wine, or go out for a lovely dinner? I believe in rewards. Do you?