I’ve been quite the reader pretty much my whole life. I’ve always had this fascination with books and stories, putting myself into a different world other than my own. I had a great childhood, but it was nice to be able to experience something else through the well thought out characters that I was spending my time reading about. I have such fond memories even as a little girl, reading with my mother or my grandparents. I was always asking my Grandpa to read my favorite Pookie book over and over again.

I got such joy from reading that it carried on into my adult life. I would always go out of my way to spend time at the local Chapters bookstore and could get lost for hours. I could never step out of that store without having a new, crisp book in hand. For other book lovers out there, you understand my desire to smell a freshly opened book. It’s the excitement of the unknown and being able to start a new adventure with the author.

I also have quite the love for non-fiction books as well. I am a sucker for anything motivational and something that gets me thinking about life and where I am heading. Sometimes you need to read and comprehend someone else’s words to help you get through your own thoughts. If you think about when we take time to read, it’s usually when we are alone with our thoughts. Like when we’re riding a train, waiting for someone at the airport, or before we fall asleep at night. We want to fulfill our want for mental growth, and reading does the trick.

With that being said, these last few years I’ve had a big stack of books waiting for me on my shelf that have yet to be absorbed. I look at them every few days and wonder why I haven’t picked one up in a while, and truth be told, reading normally falls last on my list of things to do.

Now why is that you ask? I have such a love for reading and learning new things through the eyes of others, yet I never really seem to make time for it. Well, life happens. That is the short and sweet version of my explanation.

Every day since I became part of the corporate world, reading kept getting pushed farther and farther back. There are more important things to do in my day, such as:

– Cleaning our home and constantly organizing

– Making dinner and trying new things in the kitchen

– Seeing my old friends

– Working overtime and helping out at work

– Cuddling on the couch with my significant other while watching our latest Netflix show

– Going on bike rides and exploring my city

– Spending time with my family

You see, as much as I love reading, it’s almost as if my inner being wants to experience life through my own eyes, rather than through someone else’s. Reading is always at the back of my mind, but it continually slips down my insane list of things to do. 

That being said, you know what? I’m okay with it! I know my opinion is going to get under some people’s skin, but it’s true. Reading will always have my heart and every once in a while I get a chance to catch up on all those books collecting dust. But for now, I’m focusing on me and other things in my life other than reading. 

“Books are a way to put real life on hold, if only for a few minutes.”