Tomorrow is another Day

Tomorrow is another day..............................................................................

Many thoughts come to mind in my quiet rambling. One of these is tomorrow is another day. I often worry over the smallest things turning them into the scenario that the world is going to end. I like to over exaggerate and it can become a very bad habit.

I have to remember that no matter what choice I make there is always tomorrow and I have time to think over it, relax, and breathe. Oh breathing, what a wonderful, enjoyable task. And yet so hard to remember to do sometimes. I have finally been organizing my stuff and most everything is right where it should be. Most everything.............. there is the occasional book thrown on my bed or bedside table because I'm still reading it but that's the worst clutter, books.

My life revolves around books. I read them continually, never seeming to put them down. In a way you could say I'm obssesed with books. There are worst things to be obsesed with.

Books are like a quiet companion. They don't say anything out loud, but slowly, gently they leak out all of their secrets. They take you away and sweep you up in the torrent of plotlines, emotions, and characters. They whisk you places you would never have dreamed. And they don't care who you are when you pick them up. They are not biased, they are simply there for your pleasure. I love books.

ciao 4 now,
Arwen