I haven’t posted in a while, and some of my followers have asked me why. I’ve given all kinds of excuses: I’m all caught up wedding planning right now (true), I’ve been working a TON (also true), and have been drafting something to post (100% false). I’ve lived a busy life for as long as I can remember, and I usually thrive under the pressure. But, followers, I have a confession to make: I’ve been binging on junk.
It all started in a healthy way. A little less structure was what I needed for the new year, and I reveled in the relaxation. Without the pressure of needing to read books, I took time to catch up on shows I haven’t followed in years. I’m now caught up on Law & Order since 2011. I purchased several magazines for iPad, telling myself I was gathering information for the wedding.
This entire time, I felt like I was avoiding something that I would actually really enjoy if I would just do it. Somehow, I lacked the motivation to sit down and just read.
I was given the opportunity to read yesterday during a longer than anticipated Metro ride. Instead of 30 minutes, the trip took an hour, and I was so used to constant texting or Netflixing that I needed my fix of entertainment. Reluctantly, with no Wifi or cell service, I pulled out the book I had downloaded, Herman Melville’s Billy Budd.
Within minutes, I was hooked. I felt like myself again, this is me: I love to read. I felt invigorated, like my mind had gone for a jog after months of sitting on the couch.
A good friend once told me that even if you’re running slow, you’re lapping everyone on the couch. Let’s hope I can keep up this turtle pace!