So my 2nd week of Sabbatical…where do I begin. I decided to finally go to the DMV and get a new driver’s license…that took half of my life to do. Really it was only 1 hour, but it might as well have felt like a lifetime. I considered backing out when I saw how many people were there, but for those who have never seen my previous one… it was time. It looked nothing like me. Not only did I have about 80 extra pounds, but I also had hair! This is where I managed to run into a chair adding the first bruise to my collection I seem to have unwillingly started.
I am just a naturally clumsy person as it is but after just one week of being at home I firmly believe I am just meant to spend my days at work where there are very few things I interact with that I can hit my head on. I know that sounds odd… but listen to this: I have managed to hit my head on the vent hood of my stove, multiple cabinet doors, as well as several tables, my car door and a dryer door. I think God is trying to knock some sense into me about something. I haven’t figured out what it is yet, but I’ll be sure to let you know when I do.
I have spent most of this week trying to relax and read. Not only my required devotional and book, but also several other books just for fun (I even got a bruise on my shoulder from where I dropped my kindle on my face while reading in bed).
I have always been a big reader but I have felt like I haven’t had the time to just sit down and read for me for awhile now. I forgot how much I TRULY enjoy reading. It felt like I found a lost piece of myself that I hadn’t realize I was missing. I used to always have 3 or 4 different books going at one time; I would listen to one on audible, I’d have one going on my kindle, as well as a physical book. My husband would always call me crazy and say he never understood how I could keep all the story lines straight, but he would always make an effort to ask me about all the different books I was reading.
We were at the Mall eating at one of the Asian food places for dinner before we began our journey to find a new washing machine (See Blog “Productivity Tends to End Badly” for this tale), when Anthony asked me if I had read any good books lately. That question really hit me. I didn’t realize that part of our lives had disappeared, or that it was something more meaningful than a simple question.
He asks me that question at least once a week and this was the first time in a long time that I actually had an answer for him, other than “no I haven’t read anything lately.” It was only a conversation we would have maybe once or twice a week, but it was time that I would get to share something I’m extremely passionate about with my husband. Even though I know he really doesn’t care what books I’m reading or the story lines, he asks because he cares about me.
So unfortunately for him we sat there for probably a good 40 minutes so I could talk about a book. It. Was. Amazing. I want to make sure that I continue reading for fun not only for myself, but also for my relationship with my husband.