Dear Reading wRiting and Relaxing,
At times, I have taken advantage of you, not recognizing your worth, nor my need for you.
Reading…
You have always been there when I needed you. I wish I could spend time with you every day. When I wake up, you are the first thing I think about. Okay, actually pressing snooze is the first, but you are a very close second.
You take me to places I can’t go in real life. I meet characters I come to care so much for that I cry when those cruel writers do awful things to them. I celebrate their successes and hope for the best. Reading is transforming—magic.
When I am at work, and should be focused on doing my job, I occasionally, accidentally, do an internet search about you. Okay, sometimes it is people’s net worth. Why do I care? I don’t know. But sometimes I need to know. And sometimes the internet search lets me down and does not seem to know the net worth—isn’t the internet supposed to know everything? I digress (one of my best skills).
Do I audiobook?
How dare you!
Also, yes. (But I at least have the courtesy to feel bad about it).
I don’t like ebooks. Holding a good book in the palm of my hands, touching the pages, and seeing the words, is delightful.
wRiting…
You start with a ‘w’ technically, but we have long welcomed you to the world of ‘R’s. We are meant to be together. I learned that when I was just a kid. Expressing myself. Creating worlds and people who do what I want, most of the time. Telling stories.
Someday, I hope to be great with you, my dear writing. For now, I just try to spend as much time with you as I can, and give you my love and attention. You often leave me confused and I know we fight sometimes, but I always come crawling back, and hope you too will return.
Relaxing…
You are more elusive than writing. I want you so badly. I dream of you at night. But for some reason, during the hours I am awake, I simply cannot locate you. I thought I had found you in a yoga teacher at a gym. But then the gym changed teachers, and instead of a soothing female voice, who helped bring you, relaxation, to reality, a man who used a microphone and speakers during yoga began teaching it. And you scurried away, and have not been found again.
I write this letter to you, Reading Writing and Relaxing, to profess my love for you, and hope to find you more in my life. You make me better. I dedicate this blog to you.
Yours truly,
Kim
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