Books - What a relief!
Recently, I decided I needed to take a more proactive approach to what I consume. I feel I have been overindulging on junk content and it is starting to take its toll. The drowsy, edgy dissatisfaction of filling up on empty nonsense has left me cranky and sulky. Most out of character!
Sometime in the last couple of months, I forgot to read books. ‘When did this happen?’ I asked myself. ‘When did I become one of those people?’ I read newspapers, journals, hard hitting political commentary, restaurant reviews, but no proper books. It seemed there was no time, and everything felt so terribly urgent and important and exhausting. So I decided to make a change.
Instead of mindlessly watching the news, needlessly checking social media accounts forty-three times a day, and scrolling through largely pointless articles, I chose to return to an old love, classic books. Switching off my laptop and silencing my phone required a surprising amount of self-control but I picked a book off the shelf, sat down on the couch, and read for an hour. What a relief! To just sit and read an old-fashion book, to enjoy a story.
The next time you are feeling depleted and bored and restless all at the same time, I encourage you to give yourself permission to pick up a book. It is bliss.
Since this exercise was less about edification and more about nourishment I felt absolutely no compunction about including children's books in my new (old) endeavor. Nor have I felt any urgency to finish one book before thumbing through another.
I am currently rereading:
The Wind and the Willows, by Kenneth Grahame
The Great Gatsby, F Scott Fitzgerald
I am reading for the first time:
The Bridge of San Luis Rey, by Thornton Wilder