My philosophy of life can be summed up like so: Some days you're the pigeon and some days you're the statue.
It's those "statue" days when we need to wind down, decompress, chill out, tune out -- fill in additional synonyms here. Everyone has their own way of achieving that goal: yoga, meditation, snacking, hot baths, watching a mindless TV program (is that redundant?).
For me there's nothing like a little bibliotherapy. Give me a well-written book and I'll forget about the blasted pigeons before the first chapter ends. Even a poorly-written one can do the trick since it triggers my inner critic and allows me to mentally trash the moron who wrote it. There's undoubtedly some psychological term for this transference of anger but let's not get too Dr. Phil here.
Top of the list? Hands down, any chapter in which Elizabeth Bennett is vexed by Mr. Darcy. Ahh, the cure for even the worst caca day.
It doesn't matter whether you use your finger to turn the page or touch the screen on your e-reader, reading is your ticket out of what ails you. Pleasant journey.
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