I’d planned a blog post about new beginnings, complete with pictures. Then I learned all our broadband allowance for the month was gone, and we were relegated to below dial-up speeds once again. It’s hard to get pictures to load when your internet is at a crawl.
So what does that have to do with addictions?
When was the last time you had to go without internet for more than a few hours? How did you feel? Like your skin was crawling? Like you had to find a way, some way, to get back online to see if someone had said something about you, or posted something of dire importance, or if you’d missed an opportunity of some kind while you were away? Did you grab your laptop or tablet and head to the nearest Starbucks for a wifi fix?
Yeah, me too. I am addicted to the Internet. There was a time when I was addicted to books in the same way. I would read the day away, only jumping up to clean the house or start dinner when I thought the hubby would be home soon. I got lost in a world of lovers or cowboys or women in danger, or doctors falling in love over someone’s open-heart surgery.
These days, I find myself having to make time to read. My world is so full of Facebook, Twitter, Candy Crush, and—oh yeah, writing. Often my writing gets pushed to the bottom of the list, when it should be right there behind time with the husband. The house and cooking have to fit in there somewhere, usually the very minimum I can get by with. But I miss reading. I mean, really miss it.
I had a two book a day habit at one time. Now I’m lucky if I manage a book a month. And I blame it all on the Internet. I’m an addict, and this year I’m looking for a cure.
I made my New Year’s Resolution a simple one: To follow after peace. Already I’ve dropped one online group that was causing me stress–a group I’d been a part of for more than twelve years. There were people in that group who absolutely drove me up a wall, and the only way to find peace was to drop out completely. Cold Turkey. Then I started to think about the things in my life that used to bring me peace, but got dropped somewhere along the way.
One of those things was reading. I have a wonderful claw foot tub that just begs me to linger with a good book. I used to spend two hours in there, reading, thinking, dreaming. I’m going to go back to that. It de-stresses me in a way nothing else can. Reading takes me out of my own problems for a while, often gives me ideas of ways I can improve my own life, and it often makes me realize my own problems really aren’t that bad. Not bad for a $4 investment and a couple of hours of my time.
Sure beats the cost of a therapist. I think it might help get that other addiction under control, as well.
So I’m adding resolution #2 this year. Read. More. Books.
Check out Tori’s full list of novels and novellas, including the popular Lone Star Cowboys series, on her Amazon author page. Recent releases include Book 5 in the LSC series, Between Lonesome and Texas, as well as stories in two collections–Christmas on Main Street by the Authors of Main Street, and A Promise for Christmas in the Sweetwater Springs Christmas collection by Debra Holland.
You can find Tori’s books at http://amzn.com/e/B004FVIOG2 or at any major online retailer.