I’ve been spending so much time writing and grading and worrying about work that I have barely opened a book in weeks.
This morning during my freewriting session (something else I’m trying, warming up my brain every morning) I started writing about how I missed reading books all the time, no matter what kind, just reading.
Producing a lot of writing is good, but I feel I’m running out of fuel these days. Like all the timber that’s been accumulating in my brain has been burned. I need to recharge, to get rid of that pain my shoulders that’s been nagging me for a week (a hot yoga session tomorrow would be lovely) and lower my stress level. Reading is a way for me to rebuild my mind, to inspire me.
Like all the similar moments in my life when I feel like things are helpless, it’s when I start letting go that good things happen. So today I am letting go and doing something I enjoy.