This is a post I put on 43things under the goal “Read more, write more, write better”. I felt it was important that I copy it here.
I used to read so many books. Not just during the Summer months but all year long. I would frequently max out my library card in checking out books and end up maxing out the Maternal Parental’s library card as well before waddling home with forty books on my back and in bags carried in both hands. I was eight.
Over the years, the library in my old neighborhood closed and I got out of the habit of reading like I used to. That’s about to change. I have a bunch of old books I haven’t read in years and a bunch of new books I’d like to get. The two cannot occupy the same space. So, I’m going to read the old, mostly out of date, books once more before the cull begins to make room for the new stuff.
I’m tearing up right now just thinking about it but it’s time to let them go.
Aside from this, I’m also going to get back into writing more effectively. I used to journal and blog almost everyday. It wasn’t very good writing but I did it and it kept me in practice. Now, I’m lucky if I get out two blog posts a month. I’m going to evaluate my blog and journals and get back to writing my thoughts down. I’m not just going to vomit anything out via the keyboard but, instead, I will make a valid effort at writing something good. Hopefully, this will stimulate my mind to get creative and I can work on my stories that have been sitting on my computer for years.
I can feel my brain atrophying and I don’t like it. I don’t want to end up like one of those people who, by the age of 70, thinks their life is over because they’ve not trained themselves to do something mentally.