I like to read. Why? It has something to do with peace. Deep breaths. I like beautiful sentences and ideas, and when I read, I let those sentences and ideas flow over me effortlessly. It’s the opposite-of-spoiled way to spoil myself. It’s luxurious. It’s accompanied by sitting in the corner of a humming store, or half-wrapped in some bargain microfibre blanket on my couch. Could it get better than that?

Often, I have no clue what to read. I just want to read something. In these moments, I gravitate toward Danielle Laporte’s The Desire Map. It’s theory + workbook on setting goals with soul — divining what you want to feel and doing the things that make you feel that way, rather than meeting other goal posts. My point, though, is that it’s a workbook. A workbook isn’t something I imagine being relevant to each day! It’s something you complete, and perhaps, even come back to in a half year. So why do I find myself smiling into my Kindle again?

I read to feel energised. I read certain things to feel a certain way. The Desire Map is bursting with love, attitude, and momentum. I’m addicted to it’s cheekiness and honesty. That book is insightful in such crystal-clear simple language. I take that vitality into whatever I choose to do next. It’s something I say “HELL YES” to every time. Why do you read? What do you say “HELL YES” to?

angela ognev