Earlier today, I was sitting in the middle of my floor reading Peter Rabbit by Beatrix Potter. I was a site, with tubs and boxes and piles of books scattered everywhere. But I was lost in this book from my child hood. Why? Because I wanted to. I wanted to do something for me, which was take a moment to read a book that I loved as a child and take a break from the "which pile should this book go in ? Should I take this one to use? Maybe I should leave this one here..." Revisiting stories that I grew up loving.... You find out that they never get old and you never forget the story. I guess moments like that have been sparse for me for quite some time. Jared had told me that I needed to start doing things for "me," stuff that I wanted to do. Having a moment of me time instead of going full force for everything and everyone else. So I've been trying, and it's not always consistent, but I am learning how good it is for me, like taking a moment to enjoy a pi...