I might have screwed up. I planned on reading 150 books this year. Doesn’t seem like a lot, right? I’ve done that before. Yet, when the shit hit the fan and we were quarantined at home, my book reading tanked.
I understand this pandemic will be over – eventually. But right now reading just isn’t hitting me like it used too. Does that make sense? Of course, I want an escape from all this. Yet nothing is really grabbing me and keeping my interest. Yes, I want to read – I just have no desire to read. Which is killing me.
Maybe I sabotaged myself because when this all went down I was like – Ohh, I’m going to read all my TBR books and ebooks on my kindle. Jinxing myself. Way to go!
This week I’ve been puppy and pool sitting. High hopes that I could sit by the pool and read. The puppy had other ideas and we ended up playing hours of fetch. My right arm is now sore from tossing a bone. And this too shall pass! Once she was tuckered out, I was able to grab my book, JINX by Flora Burgos. Yes its a novella, it was perfect to whet my appetite back to books.
Are you struggling with anything during this pandemic? Reading? Mentally being separated from family and friends? Health? Job? Life?
I keep reminding myself that this too shall pass.
I hope sooner rather than later.