I have been having a few epiphanies recently, mostly when I should be sleeping. One of them is that I am reading too much non-fiction. Another is that I am having too many epiphanies.
I am over-inspired, so to speak. Thinking about too many things, reading too fast, panicking about all the good stuff I don’t have time to give attention to.
I was going to, among other things, give my body a detox. I have realised my head needs one first.
It’s summer. It has taken a week and half to let go of of all my mini-projects spinning in my head.
It’s kind of embarrassing, but now when I have a few moments to myself instead of reading 5 things at once on the internet or grabbing a book with haste, I am pulling up Ann Voskamp’s site and just puttering about to her music.
My husband (pretends he) hates it.
It just slows me down.
Then I read a bit. (Thanks to my chum Tory for sending me a few of her articles recently that started me reading more.)
This morning I am LOVING this:
It can be easy for me to live with a fractured soul – the kind that pulls in ten thousand directions, the kind that insists I compete, do more, and live up until finally I crash down.
It’s no way to live which is why I grieve when it starts to feel normal.
Like the world, my soul needs a solstice — a predictable rhythm of change.
(Full article by Emily Freeman on Ann’s site here)
I am also boosting my fiction reading, the pile beside my bed is disappearing fast.
Any recommendations for my next library trip?