Reading had always been my escape pod. Escape from anything going on around me at the time, that is.
Well, that was before I became a social media addict… Don’t judge me, I’m in recovery though.
I could escape through any anything that had letters and /or pages. Books, Mags, letters, newspapers. I also loved holding and owning books.
One of my childhood memories include the times I spent splitting newspaper pages into two with my dad. I enjoyed my school readers and social studies books in primary school, cos of the stories they had in them.
I entered the world of novels in secondary school. Then I had no filter. I read every darn thing I came across that got my attention, mostly fiction and mostly borrowed. I didn’t own many novels and my mum would ask one million and one questions about any book I borrowed and brought home. So I did most of my reading in school or late at night at home.
It was in University I realized it wasn’t only fiction I enjoyed. I loved and enjoyed reading my academic books too. I would pick up my Keith Moore and escape into the world of Human Anatomy.. The origin and insertion of muscles, courses of arteries, veins and nerves. I would continue with Physiology and Pharmacology. Even though sailing with academic reading had a different vibe from fiction it was something I came to love and enjoy doing.
Along the line I came across motivationals and self-help books. I was late to this party. I hope to correct this with my kids. I got to see and know more beyond fiction and academic books. Initially I found them boring. But with time I embraced this new discovery and wished I had started earlier.
Fast forward to the last couple of years, I’ve found myself struggling.
When I first realized this it was so funny and foreign. I just wasn’t reading anything. It was kinda like a button just got turned off.
Well, some identified reasons included social media and simple laziness.
Another funny thing was that even though I wasn’t doing any reading, I would still see a book that I think I would like to read, I will either buy it or download it and just store it up.
Since I had become more glued to my phone, I slowly started reading online again…. entertainment stories, News, blogs and somehow the flip got turned on again.
I’ve found my way back to the escape pod but its a bit different now. I’ve got a filter now. I don’t read every darn thing I come across anymore.
Also sometimes I would find myself trying too hard to strike a balance between reading fiction where the wings of my imaginations are unclipped and reading non fiction that has more depth.
I realized in trying too hard I ended up not doing any reading. So I gave up trying, and I also ignored my TBR list.
Now I just pick what catches my heart at the moment and escape.
When I started residency I struggled too, with academic reading.. Still am, but it’s getting better. For academics though, I think the reason is different. I think a part of me is tired of Medicine- topic for another day.
So far I’ve read five books this year and currently reading four others..
Firebrand by Debola Deji-Kurunmi – read 1/2 way
Brown girl dreaming by Jacqueline Woodson – read 3/4
I am Malala by Malala Yousafzai – Just started, done first two chapters
Without Rival by Lisa Bevere – Just intro, Yet to start.
It’s not in the numbers or keeping up with anyone.. It’s in finding myself again.
How I’m reading four books at a time? Don’t ask….. Just tell me your thoughts on escaping with reading, what you’re currently reading, books that have impacted your life, stories you will like to read over and over again etc
Do tell, I’m
Bubbles of love💕💞💕💞