It struck me the other day that it had been too long since I picked up a book for fun. As a child, I would most often be found sitting in my room immersed in an adventure with my imagination putting me smack dab in the middle of the action. I dreamed of riding horses, living in far off lands, having magical powers…almost everything that happened in between the pages. Looking back, I realize that I have done many of the things I dreamed about doing while reading. Is there a connection? You bet. The books expanded my dreams of what was possible, opened me to new ideas, took me to places that I’d never been and now longed to see. What did they do for you?
When I watch a movie or tv show or listen to an audible book, I am separate from the action. I don’t imagine that I am part of the story. While I may have empathy for the characters, when the screen fades, its done. There is no space for dreaming. I’ve become Alice from Alice in Wonderland:
“Alice laughed: “There’s no use trying,” she said; “one can’t believe impossible things.” “I daresay you haven’t had much practice,” said the Queen. “When I was younger, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.”
I want to be back in the space of believing six impossible things before breakfast. It’s time to pick up a book again and immerse myself in between the pages. Want to join me?