I spent a couple hours last night laying in my hammock in my backyard, reading in a John Grisham’s book, “The Rainmaker.” It was the perfect temperature, the perfect setting. I worked so hard on redoing the landscape of my backyard, and somehow I’ve forgot to enjoy it. So I made a point tonight to come home and do the same.

I’ve plowed through a couple hundred pages of in the past two days. It’s so rewarding to read a book. I don’t regret not reading through high school and college, because my textbooks wore me out. But I do wish I would’ve started carrying more novels on the plane with me over the past few years.

I’m still trying to understand what it means to grow up. Everyday, I look in the mirror realizing that I am aging. I am okay with aging; because I always try to make the most of each day, and once a day is done, you have no choice but to go to bed. Wake up the next morning. Do it again. That is how aging happens.;

A reporter for a Phoenix newspaper spent the past two weeks hiking from the bottom of the East Valley to the top. In his final column about his journey, he reminded readers that you will never appreciate life if you don’t slow down to appreciate it. I guess when you walked for a hundred or so miles over two weeks, you learn that sometimes you can’t hurry everywhere.

Laying in my hammock and reading for the past two days have allowed me to savor life. I love the birds, the aromas of the orange blossoms. It’s wonderful.; I have such a wonderful laziness all over me right now. I’m not tired, but just beautifully relaxed.