The Inner Child

I've been indulging my inner child more lately, in accordance with some of my recent thoughts on how uptight I've gotten over the years. One thing that I've done a lot of recently is read a book from a series I loved when I was younger... actually had the fortune to find at a dollar store a book from the series which I never read, which is unusual since I thought I had read every book in that series, and this book says it was published in 1989. I'm very happy about this.

I feel better, reading a bit of the book each day, just relaxing... I feel more rested when I read it right before bed, and I feel like I have more energy in general. I think I've needed this relaxation, this release.

Oh, and I have three other books to read as well. Together, all of the books only cost me 4.20, and they're decent sized paperbacks. If I'd bought them new, I would have paid more than that for any one of them. I'm quite pleased. :)

Playing with other things as well... more later. :)

Raising an emerald glass...

Two quick things:

1. I guess I lied about something in an earlier post. No, I'm not telling what, or which post. Just that this post probably invalidates it. :)

2. To all my friends reading this, a quick reminder of something I perhaps don't tell some of you enough. I love you all, and am very grateful to have you in my life. :)

Pleasant dreams, folks. I'm for bed now. ;-)