Archive | July 7, 2010

Who could choose just one book?

note: ┬áThis is a Plinky post answering the question “What book could you read over and over?” ┬áThe picture below is NOT my library.

Books behind the bed

What, I can only choose one?

I love to read, and I love to read books over and over again. It’s like visiting old friends.

I honestly can’t imagine reading my favorite books only once.

The joy for me is in the journey, not the destination. And the journey of reading–well anything, can and should be enjoyed over and over again.

For the books that I have (and will continue) read over and over again–let’s see, the Scriptures leap to mind, as well as Robert Jordan’s Wheel of Time series and Terry Prachett’s Discworld, The Little House Books by Laura Ingalls Wilder, everything David Mitchell has written, but it took reading his #9 Dream three times before I understood it, To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee, The Hiding Place by Corrie ten Boom, Little Women, The Secret Garden, The Little Princess…

Friendships and Opportunities

Note: this is a Plinky post answering the question: What have you lost that you want back?

Getting Crowded Around Here

Everybody is going to say their sanity. I say sit back and enjoy the ride. Sanity is overrated.

So, here’s the thing, I’m a clutterbug. I know I am. I’m losing (And finding) stuff all the time. While there are a few physical things that I wish I hadn’t lost (my high school ring, my GPS receiver, the wallet I replaced three years ago, to name a few) the things that I really wish I had back fall into two categories: friendships and opportunities.

Over the years, I can count the number of close friends I’ve had on the fingers of two hands. The close friendships I have now can be counted on less than half a hand. I have a tendency to not put the work into keeping friendships alive and vital, and so they whither and die.

I miss my friends, but am too shy to revive the friendships.

I don’t know how many opportunities that I’ve lost over the years, I’m not sure I want to know. I know I’ve lost years to the depression, and it’s taking everything I have to make sure I don’t lose any more. At least the important ones.

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