Reading is one of those hobbies that I truly, truly love– when in the moment. It’s one of those things that, when I’m busy or overwhelmed with other work or activities, is the first to get sacrificed.
Ever since I was a child, I found pleasure in getting lost in the pages of a book. The emotions and imagery painted with words and descriptions made reading enjoyable and a way to escape reality. Even when I encountered difficult texts or confusing story lines, the challenge presented was exciting and alluring. There are picture books that I still love and enjoy reading, even as an adult. There were the small chapter books that made me feel so smart when I could finally say that “I could read a chapter book!” I remember encountering historical fiction for the first time. It combined my love of learning history with reading a novel. And the time I tackled a non-fiction novel– a really dense and difficult one. And then, there’s the poetry. I love reading poetry. Love.
Now, don’t get me wrong, there are books that I could do without. There are those books that are just painful to set my eyes to, or books that make me angry that ANY effort was ever put into publishing them. Those are the worst. But for every bad piece of reading, there are tons more that make me grateful for having the sense of vision so that I could read the stories and images on a page.
Having said all of this, I must be honest. I do not practice strong reading habits. I mean, I used to. And I was good at it. But now, it’s just so busy. There’s work. And grading. And yoga. And running. And cooking and eating. And going out. And Skyping family back home. And reading emails. When is there time for reading? Is there?
Yes. On the bus. Before bed. While waiting for a friend or at the doctor’s office. There is time, but I just need to make it. My current book: The Omnivore’s Dilemma.