By Ann Asher
Recently I decided to embark on a trip to fitness, wellness, mindfulness… Well, you get it. A whole lot of “ness.” I wanted to feel better, be better in the saddle, and be more focused in my everyday life.
I decided that part of that journey would focus on my reading habits. Give me an outdoors or western lifestyle magazine, and I am set. Raise the bar to a suspense novel or some titillating romance and I’m happier than a bird with a french-fry.
Switch from the mind-candy to something a bit more nutrient dense, and I am lost. It is not that I don’t want to focus, because I do, but it just seems like I can’t.