At the start of the new year, I resolved to take it slow.
Accomplishing my goal of reading 50 books had left me feeling both fulfilled and empty; almost nothing I read had really stuck. My initial plan was to do the complete opposite of what I had been doing: instead of reading more, I would read less. I was going to take my time with each book and read what I felt like reading. I never wanted to feel obligated to read for a challenge or a blog. I wanted to always remember what I loved about reading.
Without a plan, I set sail. Pretty quickly, I felt myself coasting. All of the excuses I had heard people use to explain why they don’t read suddenly felt legitimate. It’s so true, there really aren’t enough hours in the day! It’s impossible to find a good book that doesn’t feel predictable. Inexplicably, I had lost my drive, which had made all of these obstacles stepping stones in 2014.
But enough about 2014; that year is old news. In 2015, I have successfully finished one book, Station Eleven. I loved it so much that I read it in one day, then took the rest of the month to mull it over. I attempted to start another book, but my excuses got the best of me, and I never got past the introduction.
I think with the push of a book challenge behind me, I might have gotten over the hump. This year, I am trying to figure out where else I can pull that drive from. To use my sailing analogy again, I’m trying to figure out how to create wind from nothing.
What do you think, readers? Have you experienced this before: wanting to want to read? I hope that you all are having a great 2015 so far! Happy reading!