I love to read. It’s the reason I chose to become an author, and why I read at least fifty books each year. But the start of 2020 took a lot out of me, and in my desire to accomplish the objectives I’d set for myself, I allowed my favourite pastime to go unnoticed. In the three weeks prior to this challenge, I read less than a book. But that all changed when I started making reading a priority.
I read for a minimum of one hour each day. I didn’t always feel like it—I would much have preferred zoning out in front of the TV—but I always ended up enjoying my reading sessions. I didn’t keep track of the number of pages I read, but it was well over five-hundred pages. It may not seem like that much, but that’s the equivalent of a full-length fantasy novel—they tend to be longer. In this particular instance, it equated to two and a half books.
I was still far from achieving my yearly goal of fifty-two books—I was only twenty-four books in, and more than half of those were non-fiction audiobooks—but I still had seven full months to read the remaining twenty-eight required to reach my target. As long as I didn’t slack off too much, I’d be fine.
So, what did I learn from this challenge? A lot. The first realization was that reading isn’t as taxing on the eyes as I once thought. In fact, the mere act of reading helps you relax and rids you of the stress that builds up throughout the day. The second thing I realized was that I missed reading. It’s always been a big part of my life, and ignoring it for the past few months was a bad idea—don’t worry. I patched things up, and everything is fine now. But, in all seriousness, my biggest takeaway was that life is meant to be enjoyed. What’s the point of striving for greatness if you don’t take the time to enjoy the process? So, make sure you set aside time EACH DAY to do something you enjoy.