You know when you’re a kid, and you think it’s going to be so wonderful to be a grown-up?
You can hardly hold yourself together in anticipation of the great adult life that will be yours as soon as your little limbs and torso and feet and hands just get with the program and grow already.
Oh, the glamor! Ah, the freedom! And finally, at long last—the overwhelming excitement of your first taste of independence and adulthood!
But unfortunately the charms of adulthood can start to pale pretty quickly once the bills, the errands, the perpetual lack of both sleep and time, the working of extended hours, and the constant trade-offs and compromises made with oneself or other adults become commonplace—in short, once the dailiness, the obligations, the often mundane, and the always-too-busy routine that is the average American adult’s life becomes your life as well.
The picture below gave me a split-second remembrance of that feeling of being over-awed by the sheer adulthood of something. I immediately, desperately, frantically wanted to be a grown-up again with every fiber of my being—most specifically, I really wanted to be the adult professor who owns the library below.
I want to get a quilt and curl up to nap underneath one of those magnificent tables.
And when I am done napping, I want to spend several months doing nothing but reading those books, marveling all the while at how great it is to be a grown-up who has a library like this one.
But since I can’t do that, I can at least look at this picture, drink lots of good coffee while experiencing warm book-loving fuzzies all over, and be inspired to read my own overwhelming stack of wonderful books as yet unread. (You know, the toppling stack that sits next to the black couch that is covered with Pugsley’s tri-color dog hair. Apparently this professor is a wee bit better at the art of mouth-dropping book presentation than I am. Just saying.)
If this picture doesn’t inspire you to get reading, I don’t know what will. : )
Happy reading, everyone~