So I know it's not the end of the month just yet and that I still have time to get some reading done. But I have done very little reading and I miss it, most of the time. Let me explain.
It's been a crazy month for me I feel like. I started off with celebrating the 4th with My Love and some friends from our new church. Then we went on a week long trip to Tennessee with our youth group for a huge church conference (when I say huge I mean there were 1500 high school students there to worship and study!). Then I got back and spent the week trying to settle back into our home with clean laundry and begin the job hunt with more focus (that's a whole set of frustrations on its own and not worth writing about here). But with all of that craziness in my life I haven't spent much time reading. And at times I have missed it. At other times I haven't.
When I say that at times I haven't missed reading I mean that I just haven't had any desire to read. I haven't thought about reading. I haven't wanted to crack open a book and hide away in my corner chair for hours. And yet, I still always have a book or my Nook sitting next to me. But I just don't want to read right now. It is just due to me being so incredibly restless. Not having a job is beginning to bother me. Mostly because I have had a job since I was 12 and feel guilty if I spend too much time just sitting around and not doing anything. Especially since My Love is working so hard at the church, I feel like I am not doing my part. Not to mention that student loan payments have now started and therefore I feel like I need and want to work in order to pay those off as fast as we possibly can so that we can have more freedom to do other things (like travel and adopt). And so reading and escaping into the world of written words isn't attractive to me right now.
But nonetheless, I am still reading. I actually have changed up my reading more than I usually do. Normally I read one book or series at a time. But not this month. After reading The Fellowship of the Ring by JRR Tolkien at the beginning of July, I started reading a book of journal entries by one of my favorite missionaries. I've only read half of the book, but have put it back on the shelf for a little while and am now reading Little Women by Louisa May Alcott on my Nook because I just had the overhwleming desire to read something familiar. Something I love. Now, to change things up in my reading that much is definitely not typical of me. Like I said, I normally just read one book or series at a time and then move on. But I just can't do it this time. I am too restless. I am too bored. I am too... I don't know.
I am hoping that soon this will change. That soon I will be able to love being swamped in a story again. That soon I will again love to just hide for hours no matter what cleaning needs to be done in my house or how late it gets. I do miss reading, even though at times I don't. And I hope that this restlessness will soon fade away to nothing but a memory. I will let you know how it goes.
On the plus side, I am spending some "me time" at my favorite store today... Barnes and Noble... in an effort to defeat some of my boredom, restlessness and frustration. It's so relaxing here and I love the atmosphere, along with the smell and look of so many books. I am definitely in my little piece of heaven here. And it's definitely just what I need right now I think in my current mood and attitude towards reading. Now, if I can only remember that I only have $15 to spend. :)
It's been a crazy month for me I feel like. I started off with celebrating the 4th with My Love and some friends from our new church. Then we went on a week long trip to Tennessee with our youth group for a huge church conference (when I say huge I mean there were 1500 high school students there to worship and study!). Then I got back and spent the week trying to settle back into our home with clean laundry and begin the job hunt with more focus (that's a whole set of frustrations on its own and not worth writing about here). But with all of that craziness in my life I haven't spent much time reading. And at times I have missed it. At other times I haven't.
When I say that at times I haven't missed reading I mean that I just haven't had any desire to read. I haven't thought about reading. I haven't wanted to crack open a book and hide away in my corner chair for hours. And yet, I still always have a book or my Nook sitting next to me. But I just don't want to read right now. It is just due to me being so incredibly restless. Not having a job is beginning to bother me. Mostly because I have had a job since I was 12 and feel guilty if I spend too much time just sitting around and not doing anything. Especially since My Love is working so hard at the church, I feel like I am not doing my part. Not to mention that student loan payments have now started and therefore I feel like I need and want to work in order to pay those off as fast as we possibly can so that we can have more freedom to do other things (like travel and adopt). And so reading and escaping into the world of written words isn't attractive to me right now.
But nonetheless, I am still reading. I actually have changed up my reading more than I usually do. Normally I read one book or series at a time. But not this month. After reading The Fellowship of the Ring by JRR Tolkien at the beginning of July, I started reading a book of journal entries by one of my favorite missionaries. I've only read half of the book, but have put it back on the shelf for a little while and am now reading Little Women by Louisa May Alcott on my Nook because I just had the overhwleming desire to read something familiar. Something I love. Now, to change things up in my reading that much is definitely not typical of me. Like I said, I normally just read one book or series at a time and then move on. But I just can't do it this time. I am too restless. I am too bored. I am too... I don't know.
I am hoping that soon this will change. That soon I will be able to love being swamped in a story again. That soon I will again love to just hide for hours no matter what cleaning needs to be done in my house or how late it gets. I do miss reading, even though at times I don't. And I hope that this restlessness will soon fade away to nothing but a memory. I will let you know how it goes.
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