A friend once commented about how diligent I am with my reading (probably she saw my Facebook feed and noticed that almost all of the posts are about books, haha!) She wondered how I was able to manage to read when I have a day job (which most times extends to evenings when I have classes) and a very active toddler. To me, it was a question that’s easy to answer: I make time. I read whenever I can and catch a few pages in during “non-productive” times such as waiting time, baby-sitting time (when the girl is asleep), before bedtime, and yes, even time spent in the loo (haha!). I always have a book or my Kindle inside my bag. Proctoring an exam is always a time for reading. I can’t just say that I’ll have to wait until I have spare time (such as holidays) in order to read. With my life right now, even holidays don’t feel like holidays and there seems to be no rest for a mom who has a baby approaching the terrible two! (Heaven forbid that my daily tasks will become too consuming that I won’t be able to squeeze in reading time.)
But then some will I ask why I would even make time to such an otherwise demanding activity that is reading.(Demanding, I say, because I am not content with reading and not finishing. When I start a book, I make it a point that I finish it.) Ah, but reading for me is a part of life that I just cannot go without. It’s just like bathing, eating, sleeping, working, doing the laundry, feeding the baby.
It’s like breathing.
So, if I have to order my daily routine, I have to put in time for reading. I know that reading is high up on my priority list, but it’s always there on the list. It should be there. It’s like how shopping or internet surfing or travelling or painting or cross-stitching or DOTA-playing is for others. It’s in my system. It’s part of my life. I won’t go to the extreme and say that reading is my life because that’s not true. I don’t avoid opportunities for social interaction because I am not the kind who buries her nose in a book while her friends are busy chatting with each other. I am also not the awkward gal who fear social, personal interaction because she spends too much time looking at paper and imagining people. It’s that I have become accustomed to reading in the fringe hours of my daily routine and it’s something that I choose to do willingly. I arrange my hours so that I will still have remaining hours left to read. True, demands of other life concerns may alter or limit the reading hours, but I make sure I still have some reading time, even for just a couple of pages a day.
I like to think that I manage my reading time quite well. Now, if only I can say the same with my impulsive book-hoarding tendencies.