Books

I love books, I love reading, I love it all. 

For so long I could never figure out why I love it so much but I honestly think I know what it is. It's the escape. Getting to leave my life and go somewhere else for a while where I don't have to think of the stress and drama and scariness of life. I have come to realize that I am a control freak when it comes to life (this is why I hate subbing because I hate not knowing what/where I am going the next day) I want things to go my way. I always have since I was little, which is why I worked so hard in high school and college because I figured my real living would start when I was done. 

Sometimes God has a funny sense of humor. I mean for so long I thought things were going my way, I mean by no means were they perfect or how I thought they would go, but it was okay. Then I didn't get my teaching job, no big deal I thought brush it off maybe next year, but yet again it didn't happen. Maybe God has a lesson in this for me, but right now that's not how it feels. I just feel like I'm stuck in this vicious cycle and there is no way out.

I'm not really a big believer that God gives us signs, but I feel like I need a freaking road map right now to navigate my life. Which is why I read books, for that time I am sucked in and someone else experiencing life and all the things that I wish I had.