I’ve been hanging on to Louise Penny’s new book Glass Houses for a few months now. She is my favorite author (up there with FG Cottam), and I wanted to save it for when I could enjoy it fully. I didn’t want that voice to be nagging, reminding that I should be doing other things. No, I wanted complete peace.
But when on earth do I ever feel completely peaceful? I was worried I’d never actually read it, and then find myself back in school with no time and certainly no peace. After scary but short-lived depressive episode yesterday, I decided it was time. I made Ben go out to get my candy, I made some popcorn, and settled in. And I’m so glad I did.
When I decide to go back to academic pursuits, I’ll begin researching for my podcast. I have some good sources lined up, but I need to dig in. Perhaps when I get tired of eating and reading and reading and eating.
Speaking of peace, tomorrow I’m doing some work on my yoga room. I considered making that room an office, but every time I step in there, I remember just how badly I need a peaceful place, separate from the world. I can have my office here in the living room; yoga needs its own space.