I always stress over messes in the house. Things get left out. The cat knocks things over. Laundry piles up during the work week. More and more papers come in the mail. A bowl breaks. A faucet starts leaking. The van gets dented.
I spend time cleaning something, and as soon as it is organized, it starts getting cluttered or dirty again.
From the moment of the big bang, the organized universe has been expanding and becoming more disordered.
I’ve always had trouble reading books. I love reading books, but it has always been a slow process.
If I’ve read a book first, and then they make a movie out of it, I’m usually disappointed with the movie.
If I’ve loved a movie before reading the book, then I will probably love the book.
The Princess Bride movie came out in 1987. My cousin Nancy introduced me to it not long after.
Have you ever wanted more Princess Bride? You can have it… read the book.
There is so much more to the story.
None of this is what I wanted to write about. It’s been decades since I last read this book, and I don’t think I got through it when I last opened it, all those years ago.
It’s like the time I realized I could do math, after 50 years of believing I couldn’t.
I believed I couldn’t read like other people could.
I spent a lot of time flipping ahead to see how many pages until the end of the chapter.
It took me months to read a book.
Now, I find myself engrossed in the story, unconsciously turning pages.
It’s not a chore to read this.
The reason reading was difficult for me was not that I was not intelligent. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to read it.
The reason was dyslexia.
What changed? Why can I do math? Why can I stick with the words on the page? What has made reading so fun?
I don’t know. Maybe I am just a late bloomer.