I have zero idea about when, where, how and why exactly my relationship with books, in particular reading them. Or more accurately, finishing them deteriorated.
I mean, I was Junior School LIBRARY CAPTAIN. Yes, I actually was.
∙ I loved the dewey decimal system.
∙ I loved scanning books in and out.
∙ I loved returning books to their correct place in order on the library shelves.
∙ I loved the library.
∙ I loved reading.
So WHAT happened?
I could spend hours and days thinking about it but I think that would be pointless. Instead I'm celebrating the fact that not only did I start a book, but I actually finished it, right through to the end and triumphantly closed the cover on that very last page. No skim or cheat reading either.
I'm on my way again.
If I take the time to think about what changed the game for me, these were a key few factors -
∙ Realising that the time I spent reading wasn't lost productivity time.
∙ Acknowledging that the more I read, the more my mind was inspired and this was GREAT.
∙ Reading isn't only a treat for those that finish all their 'work' first.
∙ Reading makes me happy.
∙ I made time to read a priority. *More important than checking all the open tabs on my browser first.
Recently a friend shared with me that their daughter was now learning to pause after reading each page, take notes about the content she had just read and stick it to the page before continuing. If I had learnt this skill early, which in a way, speaks of mindfulness - maybe I wouldn't be re-reading the same sentences in books 77 times over in an effort to get through a page. *Forever thinking of 7 other things whilst reading the sentence. This ends TODAY.
Let me know your favourite reads, I'm keen to start adding some numbers to the 'read cover to cover' list x