The Importance of Making Time to Read
It’s so easy to let life get away from you and fall back on the excuse of “I don’t have time.” I know. I’ve struggled with this very thing this year.
Last year, I read 69 books. This year, at the time of writing this post, I’ve read 1. (I hope to make that 2 before it goes live though!) Why the difference? “I don’t have time.”
The problem is, I do have time. I’ve been pushing myself to work beyond my limits and ignoring my hobbies this year. (A very bad idea, for those considering it.) I’ve been caving to the social pressures of more than one friend. When I’ve wanted to curl up and read, I’ve been emailing or chatting or being dragged out of the house. Staying up to date with friends is important, but for me, reading is important, too.
Reading is my escape from daily stress. When I find myself getting too negative, I crack open the spine of a romance and lose myself in a happy-ever-after. When I need a break from real life, I travel to the past or to a secondary fantasy or science fiction world. Getting that time in to read is important. More important than I sometimes realize.
With summer finally embracing my small corner of Ontario, Canada I’ve promised myself I will reclaim more time to do the things I love, including read. And trust me, I have a TBR pile a mile long that has been begging for my attention all year. Not making the time to open those gorgeous books has been my yearly reminder to take care of myself. Work is great, but it has to be balanced by rest and relaxation. Let’s start making a dent in that TBR list…preferably before I buy even more books.
Happy reading from me and Edgar!