Why do we not do things that are good for us, even though we know what’s good for us?
Earlier this spring I started reading a novel I received for Mother’s Day, but I just couldn’t get into it. Which is not normal for me. So I took a break and starting reading a book about starting your own home based business. Once I finished that, I read two self-help books. One just magically appeared in the mail – thanks Trisha – and the other came highly recommended – thanks Trisha.
For months when I went to bed I thought, “Isn’t this odd that I am not reading anything?” My entire bedtime routine was off. And even though I knew the solution and it was an easy fix, I went for months without reading.
Until the other night. Recently Trisha and I went to the Red Hot Chili Peppers concert. You can read about it on our Exploding V’s blog. And the autobiography of Anthony Kiedis, Scar Tissue, kept coming up in conversation. I had read the book before and suggested Trisha try reading it before the concert. She was interested but knew she wouldn’t have time until the new year to read it so it’s been sitting on my counter waiting for her. I had been thinking about rereading it for a few weeks and the other night I finally
picked it up started reading it again.
I quickly remembered why I loved the book so much the first time. But this time I am getting something else out of it, because I have my own Scar Tissue now.
With the birds I’ll share
this lonely view.