If you ask me, I would describe myself as an avid reader. If I think about it a little longer, I realize that I’m not! I LOVE reading, so why are there months that I do not read ANYTHING? I don’t know about you, but in reflection I realize that the story I tell myself about reading is that it takes too much time and effort. I wonder why this is the message I tell myself about reading? Where did it come from? The only hypothesis I have is that it likely came from school years and being forced to read various books/chapters on someone else’s time frame and for someone else’s purpose. I have been out of school now for 7 years…something tells me it’s time to get over myself!
I miss reading!
A few weeks ago I was at a mom’s group when someone mentioned how much they love to read. I said “me too!” which was followed by her asking what I was currently reading. Crickets. There were crickets in my brain! How embarrassing!
That night, I borrowed my daughter’s kindle and that week I read TWO fiction novels. I tell myself I don’t have time…and clearly, I do! I tell myself I am too tired and reading takes too much effort…clearly it doesn’t! I miss reading and I need to prioritize. Perhaps (if you have been following along) I could read instead of watch television!
Is there something you love to do and find yourself not doing enough?