Whenever someone asks me about my hobbies, I tend to reflect on just how few I actually have. Growing up, I tried a little bit of everything, but nothing stuck. Reading and loving books has been my only constant. So when reading begins to stress me out, I know a step back MUST be taken. My one and only hobby cannot cause me stress!
HOW I end up becoming stressed over reading is my own fault. I am shamelessly addicted to adding books to my personal library. I will NEVER turn down the chance to own a good book for free, and I will also spend a good chunk of money on books every so often. I normally buy books because I’ve heard something wonderful about them, from word-of-mouth recommendations, to blogs, to BooKTube videos. Recommendations are followed by a trip to my nearest bookstore, a browse through the shelves, the purchase of a coffee plus the book I came for, and usually one more, just because. That book immediately becomes “my next read”. It sits waiting on my shelf for me to finish my current book. And DURING that time that it sits waiting, this whole process may happen again .. sometimes twice. So when my current read is finished, I now have 3 books waiting!
Then, I wake up on a Sunday morning, like today, planning to spend my morning reading. Instead, I check BookTube, and end up watching videos instead. This results in a little scribbled list by my bed of new books to check out. So this means I did not make any progress in my current book, but I have 2 more books I really want to run to the bookstore and grab. When I realize what has just happened, I get stressed. Self-induced, avoidable yet not-avoided stress!
On top of all of this, I work in books, and when I least expect it, books that I have been so excited for will land on my desk with the expectation that I will read them and offer some insight as to who this book may appeal to. If I have just bought myself two new books, haven’t finished my current read, and now have a few amazing books from work, I immediately have an inward system error.
The only way to get around pressuring myself to read this much, is to stop pressuring myself. You’d assume this was easy! Alas, it is not. The only way I have thus far worked my way out of this kind of situation, is to stack all my books on my shelf and only allow one to sit beside my bed. No temptations. It’s just.. how to choose which one?
I realize these are ramblings of a serious book-obsessed person, but perhaps you have all felt this way before? And so, here is my cry for help. How do you deal with the simple, ageless statement..
So many books.. so little time.