Well, as the title says, I'm slowly finding myself. Unwinding if you will. I read a book! Not a text! Awhile ago Peter gave me a Kindle. I was a bit ungrateful at the time. You see we had had a discussion a few months earlier discussing the issue of ebooks and how he thought it was such a great thing, and how I really disliked the idea. I like the feel of a book, pages, a cover to entice you, seeing in on a shelf beckoning you to read it. Its old fashioned I know, I'm old. I always wanted a library. Shelves of books to browse at any given moment. Something my kids could browse and pull selections from. I know, I know, its all there online. NOT the same. Anyway, so we had this discussion and at the end of it he said how much he would like a kindle, I said how much I really did not want one, and we agreed to disagree. I was heavy into school and hadn't read a non school book in a year and a half. It just seemed a waste of money to me.
A few months later on Mother's Day, Peter said he had a surprise. I opened mother coupons, drawings, and cards from the kids and Peter handed me this gift. I opened it and it and there it was. "Oh, thanks" I said. and immediately got annoyed that he bought it for me after the recalling the conversation we had had. Maybe I was having a one sided conversation. Maybe he really wanted it and this was a way to ensure that one was in the house. When was I going to use it, not for a long time (school remember). I kinda let my thoughts be obvious. He stated that he thought I would like it. Really? He will push me into things because he likes it and wants me to like it. Usually they are technology related. I get enough through him. I don't need more. So that annoyed me too. I can have an opinion and yes it can be different that his.
So classes ended a month ago. I suddenly had this space in my head. I picked the thing up. I irritably asked him how to order a book. I was not going to read one that was already down loaded. I pick my own books thank you very much! I decided to try a new author. Bought it, downloaded it, (wow, that was easy). And started reading. I love to read. As a teen I would stay up until all hours reading because I had to get to the end of the story. I read my new book. I've been carrying my kindle around our whole vacation. Today, I manned up and ate crow. I told Peter I was sorry for how I acted, and that I really like my new toy. He knew I would. That bothers me just a bit.
So back to finding myself. I finished the book late last night. Turned off the light and for the first time in years, felt a little like myself. I love to read. I remember this now and I won't forget it.
