Usually I am very careful with my money. The past few weeks, I got an extra cushion from the stipend for my fellowship, started spending money on Christmas presents, and loosened up enough to actually buy myself some things as well.
And by things I mean books.
In the Spring I plan to design and write a book on creativity (I’ll write that post soon, it’s been fermenting for a couple weeks now). As I looked on Amazon for a present for one of my family members, I was going to buy one book for myself on creativity. But one book led to another which led to another and I ended up buying eleven. These were added to the stack of books I’ve already collected from random other book binges.
Was it necessary? No
Did it feel good? Hell yes.
I’m bringing them all to my parents house over the holidays in order to ensure that I never actually stop working. But thankfully, I like my work. Particularly when it means reading books like the ones I just bought.