As a stay-at-home mother and freelance book editor, I often find myself struggling to find the time to read. Until the past few months, I hadn’t been working, so I had a lot more time to dive into a good book. However, my husband and I are in a position where I need to be making a little bit of money to help with projects around the house (remodeling our kitchen is at the top of that list!), I decided to see if I could work from home somehow. Thankfully, I’ve been able to do so, and I love what I’m doing!
But it really bothers me that I’m sacrificing time to read for pleasure in order to make ends meet.
I know, I know, that’s adulthood, that’s parenthood – I really do get it. But I’m finding that even though I still spend my days reading, reviewing, and revising unpublished manuscripts, I am really starting to miss the days when I could cuddle up with my kids during naptime and devour the latest Tony Riches book on my Kindle.
I suppose I’m simply in a season where reading isn’t going to be feasible as much as I’d like, and that’s okay.
I just didn’t realize until now how much of a bookworm I truly am! I didn’t realize what a big part of my life reading for pleasure truly is, and I find myself quasi-mourning the absence of that activity from my life. I can think of four books I am chompin’ at the bit to read right now, but I have three manuscripts I need to edit first.
Time to go read so I can go read, I reckon.
So little time, so many books…
The Pensive Bookworm 