How do you define the word ‘paradise?’ To you, is paradise sitting on a beach in the warm sand, catching some rays? Or is paradise skiing in the mountains? What about laying around watching a TV marathon (Say Yes to the Dress anyone?)? I’m a firm believer that there is more than one version of paradise out there for everyone. When we find it, we can just feel it.
This week, I found paradise on my back porch.
Now, don’t get me wrong. I do love the ocean. In fact, I would have loved to make a trip down there this summer. However, reality has a funny way of showing us that sometimes what we want just isn’t possible. I work 40 hours a week and try to save as much money as I can for school, rent, and bills the upcoming year. A tropical vacation just isn’t in the books for me.
But, despite all of that, I felt a slice of paradise this past week. This weekend has been colder than normal here at home. As I got off work on Friday, I just wanted to relax and start to enjoy my 3-day weekend at home. So, what did I do? After supper, I grabbed a lawn chair, a stool, an ice cold Diet Dr. Pepper, a fuzzy red blanket, and my book and plopped myself down on the porch. I propped my legs up and began reading in the 68-degree weather. And I read. And I read. I kept reading until small raindrops began to fall from the cloudy, gray sky, telling me it was time to wrap it up. As I was forced to pack my stuff up, I realized that I had been left alone for a large chunk of time to read outside in beautiful blanket weather. A mosquito hadn’t bitten me. I’d read over 200 pages and had fallen in love with a new book. To me, I was in paradise.
As far as my book selection went this week, I’d say that I’m pretty pleased. I finished The Brilliant Light of Amber Sunrise by Matthew Crow and Dumplin’ by Julie Murphy this week. My wonderful high school Ag teacher, Mrs. Mortensen, heard about my project and volunteered her services and library card. Thursday, she returned with a bag full of books off of my TBR list for me to read. How awesome is that?!
I read stories about love in the cancer ward of a United Kingdom hospital. I cried as Francis had to cope with the loss of his hair, his dad, and his best friend, Amber. I read Willowdean’s story and felt her pain of never feeling quite good enough. I watched her battle her insecurities and high school growing pains. I watched her (and Francis) grow.
It was a good week.
P.S.- For full conversations on my books, please check out my Goodreads page! I tend to babble on too much in my blog to get full reviews out there. 😉