I’m uninspired and I need to shift my thinking. I dream for things and feel like those dreams are unattainable. This Christmas I went to Sedona and was hoping for a spiritual awakening, but it didn’t come.
Don’t get me wrong. I enjoyed my trip and thought Sedona was beautiful, but that peace of mind I so longed for, didn’t quite happen for me.
My weekends serve as a reset from the week. I reserve them for the things I love to do, like read, write, take trips to Disneyland and watch movies. I prefer simple things like hot cups of coffee and snuggles with my pups.
Sometimes, though, the things I love become too overwhelming. Say for example my books. I look at my shelves and see all the stories left unread. The stories I say, “I’ll get to” but never do.
My sweet hubby indulges my addiction for books. Is this a bad indulgence? I don’t think so, or maybe it is, especially when I run out of room. Or when I see piles of books I finished reading. Every year I say no new books until I read the books I already have. Those resolutions never last.
I dream of owning a bookstore. You know the kind, like the ones you see in Cotswold. Those sweet, cozy little places off the beaten path. They remind me of cinnamon, coffee and chocolate.
In Iceland on Christmas Eve, there’s a tradition where people exchange and read books together. This is called Jolabokaflod which translates to “Christmas Book Flood”. I’m not Icelandic not have I ever visited Iceland, but what a fun, cozy tradition!
Other people dream of fancy cars and mega mansions. I dream of peace of mind, peace of heart, bookshops, Sleeping Beauty’s Castle and puppies. Is that too much to ask?
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