Now don't get me wrong. My life is still great. But even great lives can have a few annoying days mixed in.
And on days like this, few things give me greater comfort than curling up with a good book. There's times when a familiar title will console me like nothing else can. Last night I came home after a looooong day and fell asleep reading Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. The night before my wedding (not a bad night by any means, but definitely an emotional, excited one) I read Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets. Sometimes a book like that, one I've read over and over and practically have memorized, is the only thing that will calm me down.
Jo says something along these lines in the Little Women movie, that reading her favorite books is like coming home again. I quite agree.
Hope you're all holding up well in the end of winter season. What brings you comfort on hard days?