Random Hypothetical Person: What do you do for a living?
Me: Oh, you know. I read.
RHP: You read?
RHP: Well, I read, too. But it is not a living. It's not a real way to spend your time.
Me: I read a lot. Trust me, it is a real way to spend your time.
RHP: I read a lot, too. And you don't really accomplish anything when you read.
Me: I don't think you quite understand.
Me: It's a living.
So, just in case you ever wonder what the heck I'm doing with my life, now you know. I read, and I learn how to be a human being.
Also, in light of President Uchtdorf's General Conference message, in which he encourages us to (among many other wunderbar things) rejoice in the simple things of life, I would like to issue a challenge to my readership. All both of you.
CHALLENGE: Do something poetic. What do I mean by this?
Recreate some image or scene from a poem. Take part in the beauty of living. Poetry explores the nuances of life: the beautiful, the ugly, the tragic, the peaceful, the humorous, the bizarre, etc. You want an example or two or five? You got it.
As it gets closer to Halloween, I might tap on a friend's window and chant "nevermore."
On a sunny day, I might try to outrun my shadow.
I might finger a jewel as I fall to sleep.
I might dance with the daffodils.
I might take a road that runs uphill.
So be creative. Have fun. Simple fun. Are we good with that? I sure hope so, because I'm excited to hear about the poetic things you do!
And, of course, I'll still be reading.