For quite a while — I would says years, in fact — I have been beating myself up because I haven’t been reading as much as I once did. I blamed it mostly on the computer where I can lose and hour or two in one sitting if I am not careful. But then it dawned on me, what might be obvious to all of you, that those hours on the computer, guess what I’m doing…I am reading.
Even when I am watching movies, I tend to sneak in some reading. Now THAT is something to lament, a bad habit that should be stopped. But I do. And here I sit today with two books, two newspapers, and my computer. I look over at the clock and see it is a quarter past 3:00 and cringe. Oh! Where did the day go?
However, I have read about 100 pages in the books, several sections of the newspapers, and certainly a dozen or two stories online, not to mention an assortment of email, tweets, and texts. I do indeed read a lot.
Perhaps part of my anxiety is the desire to read so much more. Also, I must admit, I really am anxious about not writing. I do not write like I did. That has to change, too.
So here’s a resolution: Keep reading, read more, and write more. And read and write less while watching movies.
(For people tracking my resolutions, I am in fact making respectable progress with my “To Do” list promises. I really am. I am a little sick in the gut about losing my book bag, however, because it had my “To Do” list notebook in it, one of four precious notebooks lost. That is a real stinger. And as far as my Lenten teetotaling pledge…that remains a work in progress, not ready to call it a complete failure yet.)