Have you ever been in the middle of a really good book, but for reasons unknown you just stop reading? You think about it occasionally, and say to yourself, “I really should start reading that book again,” but you don’t. It can take a long while to get back to reading again, and by then you’ve forgotten where the story was going. When that happens, I usually read the last chapter over, to refresh my memory, and remind myself of where I was. That’s sort of what the last year of my life has been like. I stopped moving forward, started stagnating. Eventually I forgot which way I was headed, so I skipped back a chapter to try to remember. The thing about re-reading a chapter though, is that nothing is new. There are no surprises, and the more you read, the more you realize you always knew what happens. I’ve been re-reading that chapter for some time, but I’m finally on the last page. I know how it ends, and now all I need to do is power through so I can begin a new chapter, and get on with this book. That’s always exciting.
