Monday, March 9, 2020

Making Time To Read

Recently I haven't been reading much. Job stress left me a drained, exhausted husk with barely enough energy to lift a book, let alone read it. This wasn't a reading slump. I wanted to read, I just couldn't muster the energy or time to do it. Being surrounded by huge TBR-piles just heaped even more stress on top of everything, causing my anxiety to skyrocket.

I had to do something.

This past weekend I decided it was time to finally put aside some serious time for reading. I switched off all my devices, barricaded myself in my room and attempted to read for 24 hours. I'm long past the age where 24 continuous hours would be a possibility so I settled for spacing the 24 hours over the entire weekend.

I started off well, but on Saturday life interfered, as it normally does, and I lost out on quite a few reading hours. (Napping due to a power outage wasn't the greatest idea. I overslept somewhat...).

By Sunday evening I was running out of hours and had to settle for a total of 16 hours of reading. My brain was a relaxed, buzzing pile of mush gorged on fantastic stories. For the first time in a very long time I managed to  finish reading, not just one, but two novels of over a single weekend.

While I didn't quite reach my initial goal I couldn't be happier with the result. It was a great way to get rid of all the stress, I read some awesome stories and my TBR-pile got just that little bit smaller.

I highly recommend setting aside a weekend to devote solely to reading. It's worth it!


  1. Hey, 16 hours of reading is *16 hours of reading*! Nothing to sneeze at. Glad you had a good weekend!

    1. Thank you. I'm definitely very happy with 16 hours. It's amazing how much more relaxed I felt after the weekend.