Today was the first day of no reading and I have to say I was a little freaked out by it. I kept wanting to wander in and mess around on the internet. My son was excited because he figured it would mean I would play with him more. Silly boy.
OK. I actually did play with him more.
I also pulled out the first quilt top I started when I started quilting three years ago and finally basted it. Finally. I also did a lot of sitting around doing nothing, which was nice. I took a bunch of little 15 minute naps.
I slowed down.
I slowed down and I was a little more aware of my constant anxiety and I tried to let go of it a little.
Maybe that is what it's about. Slowing down, giving yourself permission to breath, be still, wonder, think, imagine.
I did a lot of stuff around the house as well, in fact I had most of the chorish things done by 11:00 a.m. -- and usually I'm still struggling with them late in the afternoon because I've stuck so much in between working on them.
I don't know, this reading deprivation seems like it might be a little bit like hitting the reset button. I think I might like it -- at least for a week.
Come next Saturday though? Pretty sure I'll be doing some reading.