I’m about to say something that most people think is really weird. It’s not a secret. I’ve said it before. Yet, it’s somehow an odd statement for a librarian to make.
I don’t read.
I was an insatiable reader as a child and even well into adulthood. I always used to read just before bed. I could read almost an entire book before bed if it was a good book. I think things changed when I met my husband. We didn’t have bedside tables or bedside lamps when I first moved in. My bedtime routine completely changed. Then I got out of the habit of reading. Even having the right furniture and lighting didn’t get me back into the books.
My life is so different now to how it was when reading was part of my day. I’m so much more fatigued at the end of the day. More stressed, more restless and probably more in need of relaxation than I ever was!
I had made a promise to myself at the beginning of the year that, as this was the National Year of Reading, I really should try and read more. The year is almost half over and I have not read even one book.
Come to think of it, I’ve only made good on one of those promises in that list. Perhaps, this is the time to reassess why I’m stressed and tired and maybe, just maybe, taking time to enjoy reading and other hobbies just might help me relax enough to find the energy I need to sustain the other parts of my life.
Musical Challenge, anyone?
Nobody even took a shot at yesterday‘s songs so no winners to announce today.
There’s a hickie or a bruise
Pictures of last night
Ended up online
If I could, I would
Let it go