Hi there everyone, now and then you’ll see some random posts on Saturdays and what not about different things happening in my life, they may be about books and they may not, just a warning there. This Tag is called In The Flesh (because it’s about real life, yinno? Get it?), and it’s just about personal quarries, trials and sometimes, funny cautionary tales.
So it’s 8AM and I’m scarfing down some breakfast before the chaos of the day starts, gotta love work! You could say that I am fairly exhausted for various reasons but I’ve had something weighing on my chest and I need to come clean: I haven’t read in nearly a week.
I’ve got the type of job that you wake up hoping for 11PM to come quickly so that you can go back to bed, about when it hits, you’re either still working or thinking about work or devising what to do at work the next day. I’m in my 20s man, I can’t keep this up! And to make matters worse, it takes me away from my reading + crafty pursuits (I quilt, did you know that? I didn’t say well, so don’t get too excited). I haven’t read in a while, I’m stuck. I love the books I’m reading, I want to get back to them! I can hear them calling, crying softly for me but alas, I have to shove them under a pillow and say, “10 more minutes…”
Lately I’ve tried to read right before bed, purposefully walking away from stuff an hour or two early, and settling in to read. What happens? I either fall asleep or I read so much that the next day at work I’m worse than a Zombie. Those flesh-eaters aint got nothin’ on me when I’m in that state. So instead of whining too much today (The In The Flesh Series may feature a great deal of whining, my apologies), I want to make this about yall, I want to ask:
When do you find time to read? And how?