I’m reading again. And that makes me so happy. I’ve read two books this month, which is quite the feat with two little ones demanding most of the time and attention.
I feel like writing and reading go hand in hand. To be good at one I need inspiration from the other.
I love reading for a number of reasons. But primarily because it’s quiet time to think. I’m reading someone else’s ideas but I’m thinking about them in my own way. And listening to what I’m thinking. That’s the most important thing. The silence of reading allows for true listening. Such a rarity these days.
I’ll share some more about what I’ve been reading later. But for now it feels good to open and close some really good books and to engage that quiet thoughtful side of my brain.
