Stress Relief....
Stress Relief....
There has been a lot going on lately. I mean a lot. Every day it seems like I get knocked over the head with some phone call, email, text message (any surprise that I am totally anti-technology? Its really a defense mechanism, but I digress...) carrying some sort of announcement that invites the familiar ting of anxiety into my day. Most of these announcements are little things, but little things pile up and before I know what's happening, I'm popping Tylenol PM every night just to get to sleep. Its a vicious cycle I tell you.
As an artist, I have learned about the power of escaping the woes of the day through a book, movie, or music, or some other creative art, so this time I decided to take a stab at a new book. Thanks to my obsession with all things Alice Walker, a second shot at reading Meridian seemed like the logical move to make. The book is brilliant, I am totally excited about it, but 10 pages in, I realized this story about Black Women and the Civil Rights movement (one of my passions) was agitating the stress ball in my stomach and maybe this wasn't the best time to dig my heels into this particular book. It happens.
Yesterday as I was sitting in the copy room at work, waiting for the lamination machine to warm up, So I could make my super sexy "Where is Brandelyn" pinwheel...
my eyes landed on one of the class book shelves and much to my delight there were all three copies of the Diary of A Wimpy Kid Series. I excited grabbed the first book, read the first page and knew that this was exactly what I needed.
First off, look at the cover...
The exaggerated stick figures alone are enough to insight giggles, but the story line is actually entertaining and certainly brings up a sense of nostalgia from those awkward days gone by.
I found myself trying to read pages to friends, but only being able to giggle my way through the retelling. I wound up staying up way later than my bed time (yes, I said bedtime. You try having to get up at 5:30 every morning and see how you do without a "bedtime") (and yes I do realize that this means I'm getting old, but I get evil when I don't get to sleep, so really it's the small thing I do for all humanity.) just so I could stay up to read. Of course here on day two I am more than half way through this 'novel with pictures' but I have to tell you, it was just what the doctor ordered. I showed a section to my coworker who had a scowl on his face and he instantly started laughing. I am learning that life really and truly is about the little things. Yes this book was written for second graders, but honestly, sarcasm and comic relief is for all ages. I'm glad I picked up this book and encourage you to do the same.
Long live BOOKS!!!
Peace y'all!
B
