Yesterday, I felt particularly thankful that I’ve put myself back into the reading habit and that I had a book to pick up in a moment of need.
I was also thankful that I had setup a new reading corner in my living room (since the bedroom version was lost with the new king sized bed). The oversized leather chair is now in the corner where the Christmas tree had been. In the winter months the angle of the sun through the windows makes it a particularly appealing spot as it drops a sunbeam over the chair from about 10am-4pm.
Have you ever found your mind stuck on something? Like the old phonograph needle would sometimes get stuck in the groove of a record and just keep spinning and skipping and repeating over and over until you gave it a gentle nudge past the scratch or dust particle? It doesn’t have to be a big something, or a chronic something – it can really just be a dust particle that gets your mind spinning. I had that happen yesterday. The trigger occurred just before I was meeting a friend for a late morning chat at a park so I was able to bounce it around with her as we caught up on our lives over a lovely 2.5 hours of sunshine. But then I got home to an empty house and could feel it creeping back in and taking over my thought process. I felt on the edge of being overwhelmed and yet it wasn’t worthy of that (trust me, if I need to just scream or cry over something, I will, but this wasn’t anything that truly needed that kind of release). Talking had been fine, though clearly not what was needed. I know I say that “the only way out is through” but I felt like I had done everything to steep myself into the dust particle of the something (which was no big deal) that was nagging me and yet I hadn’t been able to get out to the other end. I was spinning in the tunnel still. I needed something to push the needle.
So I picked up my book, sat in my sun splashed chair, put my phone on the other side of the room so that I was not tempted to pick it up to go on twitter or facebook and I dove into the book with 100% focus.
A mystery set in Lake Tahoe (which I could picture since I’ve been a few times) with characters who I liked and the next thing I knew two hours had passed. I got up to get a drink of water and go to the bathroom and as I walked upstairs an idea emerged from the back of my brain and within 30 minutes the Something that my mind’s needle was stuck on was a distant memory and I was on the other side of the tunnel.
Books are awesome! (and cheaper than actual therapy)