As much I want to read with speed and regularity,the time and mostly the energy is not permitting me now :(. The new phase of life has drowned me in and I’ve lost to it’s whirlpool. I hate to admit that I’m loosing my reading time and no matter how strongly I decide or promise myself, I cannot bring self to read on weekends. Something or the other comes up or I become plain lazy and sleep round the clock as if I’ve been zombied, if that’s the word!
Any way, but I’ve to get a grip. I’ve to get back to reading. When I don’t read, I feel something is amiss in life. Right now, from outer, if you look at my life, it is quiet perfect-a lovely job, good pay, a loving and supporting family and an awesome daughter to come home to…so what’s wrong you say?
Why am I creating so much of hue and cry about not being able to read those mere bunch of pages bound together to be called books?
Before I reply to the above question, I’m, taken back to the good old days-when a book was finished in one straight night,when books were the primary things that danced on mind while shopping,when book reviews was an interesting activity,when I didn’t think even once before applying to review books,when ‘which book should be the next’ was a regular question on my mind…..
You get the idea right? Now I’m sure you won’t ask me the above question again,or would you?
Well, all I can say is I might not tag myself as a voracious reader per say but I’m a reader and I love books.
- I can’t live without that feeling of books around me.
- While listing the specifics of renovation,first thing that me and Husby had in mind was a space for a cozy in-house library,the area is already imagined and the walls painted and the bean bags placed.
- I want my daughter to love books-yes you can call it as an expectation in a truer sense.
- We introduced her to book when she was 4 months young [got the idea from Smithu],today she has her own library of 15 books at 17 months of age.
- I feel proud when she opens up pages and mumbles something as if reading.
- I secretly love the stare people give me when I mention that we buy books for our little girl-all I like to think is that they don’t know the magic of books ;).
- On a weekend I prefer to laze around with Chirpy and be in bed to read.
- I go tsk tsk when I see kids of age 3,4-7,8 and even teenagers drowned in TV instead of playing or reading. I get judgmental and pity their parents.
So, all for love of books and reading, I’m promising myself to read regularly on weekends ..there is nothing called ‘no time’ or ‘less time’ in the world and I remember Smita’s post,ahem a premium blogger’s post on blogadda, about that extra time and I agree with her.
If you love something,you’ll do it anyway!So, I promise myself to not make excuses but just read 🙂