Walk While Reading

Anonymous asked: You've hinted at it, but I don't want you to stop writing this blog. It means too much to me. I found it when looking for blogs about books. I found many others of that type through your blog, but I've really only stayed with yours. It's not about the books anymore. I'm a little more than half your age and I look at the life you've presented here for reassurance that happiness, or even something better, something freer: contentment, can exist above periodic depression. That is what you give me.

I don’t know who this is. But would you just look at these words. These words are about me. Yes I’ve hinted at leaving many times, I actually think about doing so, every second or third day. But I don’t, it’s just to important to me at this time in my life. Then I get words, like this. It makes me breathe a little softer, inhale the air a little easier, shows me the universe, is special.

I thank you, some of the kindest things directed towards me, I’ve ever received.