Like Belle in the song “Belle” of the Disney classic, Beauty and the Beast who is at the very least partially oblivious to what is going on around her because she has her nose stuck in a book, am I missing out on my real life in the joy of my effort to read as many books as I possibly can? I have often wondered about that.
The benefits of reading are well-documented: staving off dementia and Alzheimer’s, expansion of one’s vocabulary (this has been a problem when I go to speak a word that I have never heard pronounced; I know what it means, I just don’t know how to say it. It’s made for some hilarious moments), improved focus and concentration, the list goes on without even discussing the knowledge and insights that one gains while reading. But how much is too much?
After tracking my time, per Laura Vanderkam’s recommendation, I discovered that I was wasting much more time letting Netflix know that I was “still watching” after hours on end and playing Candy Crush (does anyone still play that?) on my phone than I ever will reading. And that was good enough for me.
I believe we were all born with a unique thing that we tend to enjoy. My mom loves jigsaw puzzles. But if the needs of daily life are being met, I now believe, that I can find the time to do the thing that I love, if I intentionally chose to do THAT thing, as oppose to wasting time doing that things that are just meh. I’m looking at you, Netflix.
What’s your thing to do that you love?
til tomorrow, enjoy life
P.S. I have always wondered whether a part of Belle’s motivation in marrying the Prince was all the books in that gorgeous library. It had to be part of her considerations, don’t you think? It would have been part of my mine. LOL