I'm on Spring Break...sort of. One of those weeks where I'm off but have to do a couple of work things. I know. I have a problem. So it goes. But as I was getting excited about some time off, I started thinking about what I wanted to read, because that is always the all-important question on vacation.
Nothing. That is the answer. Nothing sounds appealing right now. I have a stack of books at home, a Goodreads list with almost five hundred books that have, at one time, sounded exciting, and a list of titles that I actually need to read for any number of work-related responsibilities. But I don't want to read any of them. I'm in a slump. I sit down, book in hand, and within five minutes I will find anything, ANYTHING, else to do. And it makes me sad. By golly I painted my kitchen just to get out of reading. (That's not entirely true. I was going to paint my kitchen eventually...but you understand where I'm going, right?)
I've been trying to analyze this feeling, this dread, and I've come to the conclusion that I'm putting too much pressure on my self when it comes to reading. I"m not having fun with it right now. There are too many books stacked at home, too many books on my Goodreads shelf, too many books that I have assigned to read for work. I'm not reading for me.
Have you ever felt that way? Please tell me yes so that I don't feel like a loon. Is reading anxiety super weird?
Here's my game plan. I'm going to stop reading the book that I'm currently in the middle of. It's okay if I don't finish. I'll probably go back to it, but I think I need to let it go. And then I'm going to pick out a book for me. Just for me. Not to mark something off a list. To read for enjoyment. It seems so easy, but for this lover of books, it's really, really not.
Any other advice would be greatly appreciated :)