Rainy days were my favorite because I was free to spend hours reading and escaping.
A Wrinkle in Time
Sweet Valley High
Books were my escape route in elementary and middle school. In high school, my unanticipated social life replaced reading. But every so often, when I needed to escape from the hustle and bustle of socializing, I'd hide away and read. And balance in my life would be restored.
When Dad died, I did the same thing. I needed to escape from the pain so I feel into my childhood comfort of reading. Escaped into books. Only I chose books that didn't provoke any thoughts. Just mindless, paperback novels that could be thrown away (or given away). I chose books that could be read before bedtime that would lull me to sleep. If I could fall asleep from reading, then I wouldn't cry myself to sleep. Seems silly to say that six months later, but at the time, that was my reality.
I am thankful for the escape and the time reading bought me as I healed. And the balance that is slowly being restored in my life.
Fast forward a few months, and I'm reading books of thought. I work with an English-teacher-turned-Asst. Principal, and she is always sharing education books with me. I have Crucial Conversations and How Children Succeed on my night stand. Both have been good for me and my mind is brushing off the cognitive cobwebs.
Today, I set up an April book club at my house. I've been meeting with the same group for almost two years. However, our last meeting was spring of 2012 (I think). I simply haven't had the energy. They understand. They are the best.
I don't know what we'll read, but it will be something that will eventually lead to a rich conversation, full of laughter and joy with friends I dearly love.
That is what reading brings to me.
Life is moving forward. One book at a time.