I am drowning in a sea of things to read. My double stacked book shelves taunt me with their tomes. My Goodreads TBR list laughs at my folly. And my kindle glares at me as I time and time again pass it over for a physical text.
When did it get to be so hard to read? As a kid, I breezed through the Harry Potter series, finishing an entire book in 2 nights (would’ve been 1 if mom hadn’t insisted I sleep). It wasn’t just Harry Potter. Anne of Green Gables was my go to for a while, and I stopped counting how many times I’d read it after reaching 10. Goosebumps was devoured book by book within a day.
So, what happened? Well, I’m an adult now. I have a job that takes up 8 hours of my day. I like to exercise and dedicate some down time to catching up on television after work. Then there’s dinner. Then I need to set aside time for writing. What’s left for reading? A half hour before bed and weekends (when I’m not doing things).
Even when I have free weekends with 20-hour days to fill with reading, I don’t. I just can’t anymore. I used to sit in my bedroom for hours on end just reading, my eyes roving over the page like a typewriter set on high speed. Now, I read for an hour, maybe two tops, and I’ve gotta get up and do something else. There’s blogs to follow (thanks, Book Riot). More television to catch up on (listen I watch a lot of shows don’t judge me). And then, oh yeah, just getting out of the house and seeing sunlight while I can.
I haven’t even mentioned the distraction of social media. Between cat videos on Instagram, Twitter rants and a constantly refreshing Facebook feed, it’s enough to drive someone insane. When did our lives become so cluttered? It’s great to have all this connection, but at the same time, it’s so overwhelming I eventually feel disconnected.
And that’s when I return to reading. I try not to let my shelves and TBR list daunt me. I remind myself, “One book at a time.” Just take it one read at a time. Sure, I can’t possibly read every book in the world (challenge accepted!), but I can certainly try. What are we if we don’t have dreams?