Sometimes our habits change without us noticing. When we do notice, well…this is what recently happened to me:
It’s no secret that I love to read. I can become completely absorbed by a captivating story. It’s also no secret that I have been known to start a book and then abandon it. If it doesn’t hold my interest, I move on to something else. (Thank goodness for free online libraries that make this possible.) I gravitate towards the obscure rather than the popular, but I give popular authors and “books-of-the-moment” a try once in a while. It’s fun to be happily surprised.
Lately, though, I haven’t committed to any book. I was reading The Night Circus, which I still intend to finish, and stopped reading halfway through the story. And it’s a very unique story. Without a book to turn to, there is a part of me that feels a little lost, but why did I keep leaving books behind? Was it bad luck in choosing? Or something else?
While looking for reading glasses with my husband–for my husband–I inadvertently tried on a pair. Nothing too strong, just a 1.00, and suddenly more than just my vision was clearer.
I could almost see the thought bubble above me with “Ooohhhhh…” inside it.
One month later, there are three pairs of reading glasses strategically placed around the house–by the bed, next to my computer, and in my purse. Trust me, they all get used.
There’s a reason why “clarity” is on my list of favorite things.