I had a plan to read at least a couple of books on my recent trip.
The plan failed.
Before I went away, I made my Travelling TBR post – I knew it was hopeful and that I probably wouldn’t read most of those books, but I gave myself some choice so I could read what I felt like reading rather than restricting myself to a book or 2.
I’d started Spark Joy by Marie Kondo before going away, so stuck to reading that rather than beginning a new book.
I don’t quite know how much was that particular books fault, I didn’t try to read another, but every time I tried to read I fell asleep within minutes.
Sure, I was pretty sleep deprived so that was definitely a factor as to why. But in the end when I finally finished Spark Joy a few days ago, it was a relief to just put it down. We’ll never know which reason it was, a book I wasn’t enjoying or just my need for sleep. But it did become a running joke between me and my boyfriend.
Me: “I think I’m gunna read for a little bit”
Him: “so you’re taking a nap, yeah?”
The thing is, I also didn’t put any pressure on myself to read. I was busy, spending time with great people, travelling to different cities, going to gigs, etc. I didn’t care that I wasn’t reading and I didn’t have much time to actually read anyway.
However, as soon as I got back home I felt guilty! No one but me cares about how much I read, how many books I finish etc so I don’t know why my brain does this. I stress myself out when I’ve planned to read but don’t. I’d love to know if this is the case for anyone else because it seems like such a weird non-issue and I don’t know whether it’s just because I have anxiety or what.
Another thing, while I’m getting carried away with this post, is I feel bad when I don’t blog frequently/consistently. Regardless of how tired I am, how bad I feel, etc. Why am I like this?
But yeah, to sum it up, I read maybe a handful of pages while I was away. I didn’t care at the time but I’m frustrated with myself now.
I hope you’re all well and having a good day