I've done an awful job in writing in this. Sorry, Alecia. I'll do better. I've been going through the motions of life the last few weeks and not really allowing myself the time or privilege to take in and consider what is going on around me. It's not the absent of thought but rather the dismissal of thought that plagues me.
Sometimes I keep myself so deliberately busy that I really do not have the time to sit and reflect on what is going on around. Yet, even as I write that the first thought that comes to mind is: That's a lie. You're being lazy. Stop making excuses.
I must not tell a lie. I find that my writing is much appreciated when I am reading. I have nasty habit of only reading in spurts. I get on these "reading binges" and then when I get my fix, I ween myself off. I am like the world's most successful and responsible drug addict whose drug of choice is the printed word. Well...I am making up for it.
I thought I would find myself even busier than I typically am during the holiday season but the opposite is proving true. As a result I have more time to spend on personal liberties; the gym and books. Looking through my book collection I realized it was woefully outdated and that I needed to hop back on the modern literature pony. I went to Borders and purchased two books, a Christmas gift to myself, of sorts.
Where Men Win Glory
Decision Points
One of these books I am proud to own, and the other, not so much. I can't honestly say I am not intensely curious to see how W describes his presidency, though. I am hoping it makes for a fascinating read. I cannot tell a lie.
