Couple days back I had to confess that I’m not exercising regularly, I had been but then fell off the wagon again last week when I got the flu. Now I have to confess to everyone I also haven’t been reading. Great.
I finished the Meghan and Harry documentary last night on Netflix so now that that’s out of the way, I will make room for reading.
There is nothing I love more than finding a book I can’t put down. A book I fall right into and the rest of the world fades away. But it seems more and more difficult as the years go, to find those types of books.
I can’t read fiction anymore, period. I hear my Dad’s voice saying “that’s so fake, that would never happen”, except now it’s me thinking it. Why do I have to be such a naysayer?
I think what I’ll do is make some sort of pact with myself to put my phone down and pick up a book. I have two on the go right now. And though it’s going to be a busy weekend with Sid’s birthday party happening tomorrow and I have I don’t know, like three dozen cake pops to make, plus cupcakes, I will force myself to read.
Ten pages a day or something simple like that.
It’s honestly so hard to be a good person and do all the things you’re supposed to do, each and every day.
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