hmm, what to write in here? I've misplaced the part of my brain that holds the keys to my review blogs. I haven't been able to post a review because I cannot for the life of me, recall the username for either of them. I really need to organize that part of my brain. I've come up with a less overwhelming concept for writing reviews. One review a week but a list of the books I read that week, the review and opinions being on the one that was the best of said amount of books. Since the beginning of January, I have read 38 books and I'm currently devouring number 39 (A Clockwork Orange). I've been reading so much lately that I almost feel burnt out on novels, fantasy, sci-fi, nonfiction, historical fiction. It's okay, I've got the weekend to step back and spend my time in the reality of life.
I seem to be finding a balance in my life, which is something I've struggled with for a long time. I'm slowly but surely putting the pieces back together from my own personal tragedies. Something, a friend spoke to me about recently really had me thinking. He said that he had lost himself in a relationship, and now that he was so far gone, he was angry with the person he was being. It was clearing not him and that was distressing.
How do we know that the person we are, is not the person we strive to be? If it's the person we have molded into. How does one step back from the slight chameleon (this word totally makes me giggle and think of HIMY) we do when we meet others. If you spend so much time trying to please so many around you, how do you devour your own pleasures in life?
If we spend so much time trying to be there for others, trying to tread the deep waters instead of doing the butterfly to our own crystal blue waters, where do we go? Don't we just go through a transformation, endure the swallowing of oneself to be spit out into a new reformed, changed and renewed self? You don't stay lost forever, not if you realize you've found yourself again.
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