I am a reader. By heart. For a long long time it was one of the ways I defined myself. The daughter of a librarian/writer and a passionate reader, I spent a lot of my childhood with books. Both being read to as well as reading myself. I went to work on saturdays at the library with my dad, and the smell of old books takes me back to that time. Given some coins to spend at the hot chocolate vending machine while I saw how many good reads I could find.
Before the kids I read a lot. And it´s strange to think of a time when it was possible to be absorbed by books a whole weekend. To finish a book as the most important purpose of a day.
Having kids changed that.
No time, or perhaps just not prioritising it, because vegging out or bingewatching a tv show was an easier type of entertainment when the kids were finally asleep. Reading; actually working my eyes and brain and imagination sometimes just felt like too big a task..
But now. Now I spend half my day in the bathroom and there is suddenly loads of time for me. Time where I have no choice but to be alone. That is now reading time.
(And yes, I understand how books in the loo is kinda gross, but I do not have a choice. It´s that or dying from boredom. And it does not have to be gross.)
So now I am working through books at a great speed. And it´s awesome! The last three books I read not only entertained me, made me cleverer, made me laugh and cry, they also made me want to write again. And that´s a cool thing. Even better that they made it a little bit more pleasurable to have a very troublesome stomach.
I love reading, and even though it sucks that it took a non-normal bowel system to give me time to read again, I still appreciate it.
The books are back in my life. And perhaps writing too..