I have a confession.
Not the kind I need to go into a stall in a Catholic church and disclose to a priest… The kind that I’m just a bit embarrassed about.
I haven’t read a book in six months.
I have a lot of good excuses: I have a baby. I have to clean the house. I have to go grocery shopping. I have to floss my teeth. I have to wash my hair. I have to clean the dryer hose and vent (not a euphamism). I have to write comedic musings. I have to respond to texts. I have to respond to emails. I have to change 8-10 diapers a day. I have to buy diapers! I have to do laundry. I have to pay bills. I have to make the bed. I have to pick up toys off the floor. I am a mom! I am busy! I don’t have time to read!
Besides, reading is hard. It takes effort. You have to pick up a book and open it and let your eyes follow the words and you have to focus and make sense of sentences, and ugggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… I’m tired.
Full disclosure: In the last six months I have made it to level 378 on Candy Crush; I have read an article about a squid-like horror found in a woman’s coconut water; I have colored my entire Golden Girls coloring book; I have sorted my button collection; I have spent an hour and 46 minutes on hold with Telus to get a $5 credit because my internet was down for 15 minutes; I re-watched all 10 seasons of Friends; I organized my Tupperware; I spent twenty minutes writing a strongly worded response to a stranger on Facebook about a cause I feel passionately about, and then deleted it; I spent an hour looking for the perfect fruit basket at Home Sense.
In other words: I definitely have some time.
For the last six months I have chosen NOT to read books. I have chosen to let my brain take an extended holiday to Lollipop Land, and I can feel my brain getting mushier every day.
BUT NO MORE!
I am going to read a book, dammit!
The first step to reading a book is getting a book, and I got one… The Subtle Art of Not Giving A [bleep] by Mark Manson. In this “generation-defining self-help guide, a superstar blogger cuts through the crap to show us how to stop trying to be “positive” all the time so that we can truly become better, happier people.”
That’s what I want…
I want to become a better, happier person!
And I want to stop wasting my [bleeps] on stupid crap and/or people!
And I want to read more books!
So I have decided to start a book club (of one) so that I’m held accountable (to myself), and because clubs are awesome, even if you’re the only one in it.