Let me cut the shit–I have not made time for reading books because of new responsibilities occupying my waking hours (more active in the community, mentoring youth, creating a curriculum, enrolled in two Masterclasses, networking with alumni, ghostwriting and editing projects, podcasting more frequently, planning mini-vacays, condos-for-sale stalking, recovering from a personal matter* and slowly getting back into blogging consistently). My dear hearts, that's not all. I'm in the thick of it. How I manage all of this with only 24 hours in a day is beyond me. A chick is tired!
Alas, my lack of reading has caught up to me. I miss my books. I miss fictional characters. I miss escaping the real world and getting lost in pages. I cannot function without my fiction. I am off balance. So let this be the reason I am spending majority of my holiday weekend with some good reads, bumping music, tasty home-cooked food and family fun.
Dear Adulting, the mask is off. I'll be back later.
*See next blogmoir post for more deets.