I
love a good excuse…
Oh,
not an excuse to try and weasel out of something.
No, what
I’m talking about is permission…
Being
given permission to do something…
Or
giving yourself permission to do something.
Like
when you’re sick…
No
one will question you...
If you stay in bed and watch TV or just sleep all day…
Especially if
there’s a bucket by your bed.
Or take blizzards for instance…
They give you permission to stay home and play.
Yesterday…
I
got permission from my Spanish tutor…
To
watch cartoons.
“You should watch The Simpson’s," she said...
“and
Dora the Explorer.”
Hmm? Was she hinting that I’m slow?
“The
vocabulary is simple, easy to grasp.
And the characters talk slow.”
Ah! Slow. As in talking slower…
And
yes, If I’m going to learn to speak Spanish…
I
need to hear people habla mas despacio.
But
the most important permission I ever got…
Was
from the King, as in Stephen…
"If you don't have time to read
you don't have time (or the tools) to write.
Simple as that." - Stephen King
Can’t
argue with that logic.
But sometimes…
When
I kick back with a book…
It still
feels like a guilty pleasure...
LIke I should be up doing something physical.
What part of me can't enjoy the pleasure without the guilt?
What about you?
Do you ever feel guilty reading?
And what
percent do you read versus write?
Always,
Em-Musing
