Get real. Share something you're struggling with right now.
Last week, I wrote an apology to my twin brother, because I'm not speaking to him right now.
Last week, I wrote about "my lot in life," aka having Crohn's Disease.
I even wrote about juggling two jobs.
Honestly, those are the three realest things I'm struggling with the most right now.
A less personal, but still, a very real struggle of mine, is not having the time to read. This is killing me. I read 51 books last year, just one book shy of my goal of reading one new book a week.
I have read a mere nine books this year.
In almost five months.
I did start a new one this weekend, for my book club. And The Poisonwood Bible was pretty long, which makes me feel slightly better. (But Flat-Out Matt was technically a novella, which makes me feel slightly worse). I also bought five books at the used bookstore last week, including the one for my book club, and the next Philippa Gregory novel I wanted to read.
Of course, the most important book I'll read this year is actually a reread of my favorite book as a little girl.
I just bought this tonight for my dear friend... Hmm, I don't think I've given her a pseudonym yet. Uhhh, my dear friend Anna Grace. Beau and I attended her wedding last spring, and now she and her husband are expecting their first child, a baby girl. Yes, Anna Grace reads this blog, and yes, she already knows I am getting this book because I emailed her ages ago to check if anyone else had beat me to it. I wanted to buy it locally so I can write in the front of it.
Rereading this book tonight gave me all sorts of FEELS. About Anna Grace having a baby. About my childhood. About raising kids to be strong and independent. About books. About reading. About how much I miss reading.
I'm very lucky that Beau understands and shares (to an extent) my love of reading. There are some weekends when we're together, and I just don't feel like socializing with him aside from reading while cuddling. It's not because I don't love him, but because our love is at a place where we can be quiet and just absorb each other's presence.
At least, that's my excuse for sleeping late on the weekends and reading during the afternoon and watching movies at night.
While not having time to read might not be as big of a deal as my other problems, it's still one that I notice and miss every day.
How often do you read? Do you wish you had more time to read? What's been the best book you've read this year?