I am going to read fiction.

I am about to say the same thing I have said so many times before! I have got to cut down on the non-fiction. Too much reality can be such a struggle. Lately I have found myself drawn back into the promise of everlasting fulfillment if I will just put into practice all I am learning from my teaching books and health books.

I think for at least a little while I will shield myself from the glaring reality of my shortcomings and try to enjoy life a little more. In almost all fiction books it seems that the problem, no matter how bad, gets solved and makes me feel good about life without having taken a single bit of action on my part.

Instead of writing as much as I usually do, I think I will get back to this book I started today. The first chapter made me laugh out loud. This woman drowns and is disappointed that she's only 35 and is still stuck in her corpse as the fish eat her and the water washes her flesh away. Suddenly she feels her soul being sucked out of the rotting thing and feels herself joyfully leaping into the air at last. Seconds later, she figures out she is a flying carp.

I think that's enough to make anybody thankful for life in the moment. No self improvement necessary.