To Read Again...

You know what I miss most about being a child - reading at all times of the day whenever the fancy hit me.

Reading well into the night without a thought of how it would affect the coming day.

You know what I regret? Not reading more. Not reading a variety.

And somewhere along the way - between diapers and spelling lists, giving up that part of me for the false allusion that one day I’d have more time.

If I’m learning anything in my 33rd year it is this - if you want it you’re gonna have to take it. The time to read is not going to just appear. The clock is not going to stop. The kids are not going to quietly care for themselves at precisly 2:00 p.m. so that I can sit down to a clean, quiet house and emerse myself into a good book. No, I’m going to have to carve out time, to prop my bleary eyes open and force my brain to soak it in.

I think that’s one reason I’m becoming such a dull person.

Mentally, verbally, etc.

I MUST read.

So any suggestions

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