This is my happy place



My favourite book: The Count of Monte Cristo, Alexandre Dumas
My favourite author: Sir Terry Pratchett
My favourite genre: Crime

My happy place and my obsession and my passion. I love reading and have an ever growing reading list, that will never be completed even if I lived 2 lives. I also have a serious problem and cannot stop buying more books and cannot pass a bookshop without going in and buying something.

The beginning of the year I started out with 68 unread books on my shelve and while I have read 39 of them so far, I still have 60 unread books on my shelve! And I’m not even mentioning my Kindle here!

I have read my whole life and was read to before I was even born and I am happy to say that passion for the written word has never died. I will read just about any genre, you never know when you will discover a great adventure, so I do not believe in excluding anything, even though I have my favourite genre, author and book and they are all from different spectrums of the reading rainbow.

I also want no participation in the whole book vs e-reader debate (I am a fan of both and love them for very different reasons) and as long as people are still reading, I couldn’t care less which medium they choose.



Who am I?


Cups of coffee today: 3
Episodes of series watched: 4 and counting
Productive things done: 2
Fitness level: -10

I have been toying with the idea of cancelling my blog and giving up the whole thing, but then I decided I like Kaleidoscopic Chameleon and the theme, but I still wanted to start fresh and new. So, I cancelled all the past posts, categories and tags, and this is me starting over. In a way it is also symbolic of my life; you already have the foundation so you have to work on reconstructing and shaping what you have to become what you want to be. (Blegh, that sound soppy and preachy, but also true.)

It was my 31st birthday 20 days ago (but don’t tell anyone, as I insist on staying 30 until I have some direction in my life) and with that came the all too familiar feelings of a slight panic, suppressed by my insistence on  not having any emotions at all, because I do not know what I want in life or where I see myself when I think of my future. I obviously know that I want lots of money, even more books and all the time in the world to read the books (very unrealistic, I know, and that is part of the problem).

I cannot say that I am happy, or unhappy and I am not content either, yet I have no idea what or who I want to be and do with myself. I do know the one aspect of my life that I am unhappy about, and that is my physical self, which is probably the easiest aspect to fix, compared to my emotional and mental self, which is also messed up or I would not be feeling this lost or confused.  I am starting to cut down on coffee as too much of it gives me headaches, I am also trying to eat better, even though it is hard following the worked out eating plan I signed up with, and then I want need to start exercising again and work on my fitness, which is basically non-existant. I am sure once I start fixing the physical, the rest will start falling into place and I want to use this blog to try figuring out who I really am and who I want to be. I know I was happy once, even though I was still flawed then, but I want to go back to that, or even better than that.