When I think about how much human connection I’ve missed over the past year by socially isolating myself, I feel sad. Then, when I think about how I used the past year, I feel better.<\/p>\n
If I had used my extra alone time over the past year primarily to watch more TV and movies and play video games, I’d feel a great sense of loss now. But I didn’t do that. I spent my time primarily reading books, and I averaged about three books a week over the past year. Now, I may not have managed social isolation as well as I could. Perhaps I should have been more social and less of a fraidy cat. So I ain’t saying I made the best choices, but I can look back on the past year without the sense it was wasted time. I never got depressed. I never felt isolated or lonely. I never felt fatigued by my lack of a social life. Instead, I primarily got excited each morning about the possibilities for reading. <\/p>\n
The Eagles may not have been the most profound pop group, but if they weren’t, they were pretty close. <\/p>\n