Most of the time I find reading therapeutic. It used to be that whenever I was having a bad day day, or week, or needed some time alone, I would pick up the book I was currently reading and curl up in the fetal position on my bed and immerse myself in another world for hours on end. Or, if I was feeling inspired and had an amazing week, I would pick up some non-fiction and teach myself about something new.
Reading was always therapeutic. But sometimes it’s just as therapeutic not to read anything.
Over the past couple of months I have realised that I was putting too much into my head. I was burying myself in worlds that weren’t my own, and I was taking on so much new information that I could barely keep myself afloat. I couldn’t tell the difference between what I wanted to be doing, and what I was being told to do. So I took a break and didn’t read anything for the first half of 2017.
Coming from someone who read upwards of 50 books a year for the past 3 years it was a big change in my reading habits. But for once in my life I didn’t feel like reading, so I didn’t force it on myself.
Late last month, I realised that I was missing reading a lot and knew it was time to start picking books up again. I’m not reading fast, heck, I’m still barely reading at all. But the difference between reading nothing and reading a little is surprisingly noticeable. It impacted the way I was feeling again, in a positive way, and I found it was somewhat therapeutic like before.
I set reading goals for myself at the beginning of the year, and while some of them still match how I am feeling, most of them don’t. And that’s okay. I don’t have to read every unread book on my shelf before 2018 hits and that’s okay. But one of my bigger goals was to read what I want which is definitely still a priority. Read what I want, when I want. So here’s a few of the books I would like to (maybe) pick up before the end of the year. Who knows!