This month happened something that I would have never expected a few years back, my list of read books is almost empty and I don't feel good about that. My goal would always be to read at least 4 to 5 books a month, more if possible and get to a beaming 100 books a year, but as I see it right now I won't be able to even come close to that goal if I don't start reading right not.
Instead of dedicating a month to reviewing books, I'll dedicate a month to recovering my habit of reading and sharing some posts that have been in the back of my head for quite a while. I want to share some of my favourites, some of my bad finds and maybe some of my tips for quick reading while still getting a full understatement of the story.
Reading is something that gave me a refugee when I was at my lowest. I used to hide from my reality in a good book and every rainy afternoon would be filled with a book and a cup of tea. It was my idea of a safe place and as I recovered and life got busier I lost that habit and with it a part of my happy place.
I'm at a point in which I can't dedicate as much time to this activities as I used to, but that doesn't mean I have to leave it and lose it. I can still read every free time I have, maybe not with a cup of tea, maybe not during a rainy afternoon, it doesn't really take away from it, does it?
This is my starting point, I'm putting out into the universe so I can really make it happen. New resolution maybe? We'll see.
Mayte.
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