My parents-in-law purchased us a Sunday subscription to The New York Times. I’m thrilled to make it a part of my weekend routine. Sitting on the couch with my feet up, sipping on a glass of wine (or coffee), and reading the paper from cover to cover sounds so soothing and relaxing… if it happens.

Last weekend I was able to finish all but the magazine portion. I’m ashamed to admit today’s has come out of the blue plastic covering, but it’s sitting on our coffee table untouched.

Before I knew it, it was 2 p.m. and I’d visited a few pets, taken a couple dogs on walks and overcome my fear of food shopping on a Sunday afternoon. There are few things I dread in this life more than parking lot/cart rage at Costco on the weekends. Following my grocery run, I spent the next couple of hours unloading, rearranging enormous bags into our freezer/fridge and now it’s 8 o’clock and I’ve accomplished nothing I set out to do with this day. Hmmmph.

One of the articles I read last week was inspiring and I wanted to link to it here.

I read “Fast Time and the Aging Mind” by Richard A. Friedman and two days later I had a major meltdown. Certainly a coincidence, but I believe there is a lot of truth to Friedman’s words.

Upon the author observing his father: “He was constantly learning, always alive to new ideas and experience. Maybe that’s why he never seemed to notice that time was passing.”

I love this idea of always learning. I certainly remember feeling like the school year lasted forever. I don’t know if I’ll be picking up a book on evolutionary theory anytime soon, but perhaps a non-fiction book could be weaved into the reading routine. Baby steps.

If you could learn something, regardless of money or time, what would it be?