I’m fickle. There. I’ve said it. I’m one of those people that zoom from one hobby to the next breaking the land speed record like Anthony Hopkins in ‘The World’s Fastest Indian’. One minute I’ll be planning a complete repaint of our house — I’ll have colour charts, and a Pinterest board, and then the next minute…my enthusiasm has waned and I’m onto the next project…lose ten kilos on some wacky shake diet.
It’s only been recently that I’ve noticed this about myself. Quite shockingly, I’m a NON-FINISHER. My family and friends have bandied about odd terms for me all my life, about this need to try new things, and then get bored and move onto the next thing without so much as a backward glance, but I’d never listened to them. And who cares anyway if only one wall is painted in the latest rust-look effect? I’ll get to the rest of the walls, eventually. (Read: Never)
But…I do have one saving grace. Without fail, one thing that will never be a fad for me is reading. Phew. To me reading is more than a hobby. It’s a way of life. Recently our family went through a really tough time. Reading then became more than a pursuit of relaxation – it became a way to cope. At night in bed when my mind was buzzing with worry, I’d read, and it helped. It helped by allowing me to switch off for a while, and regroup,and eventually sleep, ready to face another day.
The books I read over that time seem like friends. They’ll always be special to me because they mark that time in my life when things were up in the air. And they helped me for those few hours each night.
Reading is like a balm for your soul when you most need it. And I thank my lucky stars that when life doesn’t go according to plan I know I’ll find comfort in books. When the unimaginable happens, and you can turn to reading like the most stalwart friend, well…what’s not to love about that?
I might be fickle, but I have a long term love affair with books that will never end.
What does reading mean to you?