I have a little quirk that I’ve only just realised. Piles of books make me happy. The problem is that not everyone in my household likes them.
The little pile next to my bed has been growing over the past year and while I know I should do something about it, I’ve realised that I kind of like it. I get so excited about the books that I have there and long to snuggle up and dive into them. I don’t just choose my books on a whim. I can spend hours in a bookstore, wandering the aisles, stroking the covers and reading the blurb on the back. Walking away with my treasures makes me just as happy as I’m pretty sure some people feel about diamonds and clothes.
I used to devour books like my life depended on it. I’d curl up and start reading, and before I knew it a weekend had disappeared and I’d reached the back cover.
It feels like a bold statement, but I’m pretty sure books have helped shape who I am as a person. I really believe that being able to disappear into other worlds and dive into other people’s lives and thoughts has taught me to be empathetic and unselfish. That everyone has a story that we don’t always see on the outside. This feels like such a huge lesson to teach my kids, and I’m so glad they both love books.
So, I love books and I have these piles that make me happy. But do you know what? I can’t even remember the last time I devoured a book. I never read anymore. Life with family and a business has taken over. I hardly have the time, but more than anything else, I just haven’t had the energy to read. When I get a moment to myself, I just flop on the couch and get stuck watching something on Netflix. Or even worse, I just go into a trance scrolling through rubbish on my phone.
But I’ve decided to change all of that. I’m trying to change my habits. When it’s homework time and I’m only on standby, I make a point of sitting there with my own book. When I get some time to myself I’m trying to turn off my computer and put away my phone. It’s a work in progress, but I’m trying.
I know there will be people analysing my choice of books. It’s quite personal, isn’t it, the books that we choose? I feel like my choice of books is a pretty good representation of where my mind is. For the past 12+ months I’ve mostly been collecting books about business and self-improvement. I do see the irony of having ‘The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari’ in the same collection as ‘You’re a Badass at Making Money’, but what can I say? I like to take in different thoughts and ideas and take away what works for me.
More than anything, I’ve read some amazing books about being an introvert. They’ve honestly rocked my world and taught me to love my strengths and let go of the shame of being an introvert. I feel like I have this superpower that helps me in so many ways. But more of that in another post, I think. (In case anyone’s interested, I love this book ‘The Introvert Entrepreneur’ by Beth Buelow. She also has a great podcast with the same name.)
I am really curious if other people read less now than they used to. Or if you read a lot, when do you do it? Where do you do it? Do you have a reading ritual? What are you reading at the moment? I’d love you to leave a comment and tell me. Personally, there’s nothing better than snuggling up with a cup of tea, my dog and a good book.