You know what I never do anymore? Take a magazine and go to a quiet place by myself to read it. I miss that.
When I worked at Insurance.com, I would, a couple of times a week, take my lunch to the nearby park, park my car, and read. It sounds a little antisocial, but it was a nice break from the world. Typically, I'd read Wired and Fast Company. Both magazines can be a little full of themselves at times, but they tell a lot of great stories in the worlds of business, culture and technology. I find that kind of inspiring at times. I like to read about people doing interesting things, and finding success in ways you might not typically define it. Working for a business that floundered in some ways at the time (well, really blew it by the time the layoffs started), there was a nice angle of hope there.
Some people view magazines as something quaint and old school, especially for someone like me who is relatively connected, with all of the baggage implied with that term. But you know what? There's something satisfying about holding the paper in your hands. It's also nice to read something that has a longer narrative and some context. If there's one thing I hate the Web for, it's that there isn't much thought put into much of what goes on it. Thanks for that, Facebook and Twitter.
I need to make little bits of time like that for myself.
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