A place to sit and take in what thousands of other people have to share with the world, is a place where I feel most human and most free.
I spent my today at the library and it was amazing. I felt myself again. I’m still feeling in a bit of a slump but while I was there it didn’t matter anymore. I looked at art books, business books, and I ventured out into the mystery section. My grandmother always loved a good mystery. So I wanted to try and find one for myself.
I stood for hours in between the shelves taking in the voices and subjects of so many authors. I always like to walk through the fiction section and think about what books catch my eye. It’s usually pretty books, author names, and symbolist words that get my attention. But at the end of the library visit, it’s the dust jacket book description that wins me over.
What have I learned?
Taking myself to the library just to look at all the books, counts as self care.